Luyện nghe bài hát Protect Ya Neck (the Jump Off)

I smoke on the mic like Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the
Terrorize the jam like troops in
Swinging through town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock keep
While I get you off the shit I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code danger!
Deep in the with the art to rip the charts apart
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy

The way I make the go wild
Sit back, relax won't
Rae got it going on pal, me the rap assassinator
rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your
Then all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in
With the that bomb shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go on the next man
I grab the clip, and
Hit you 16 shots and more, I got
Going to war the melting pot, hot

It's the Man, for short "Mr. Meth"
Moving on your
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the
And like Fame, my style will live
crossing over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough respect due to the
I ohh, yo check out the flow
the Hudson, or PCP when I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot like
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me

Ooh, what, grab my nut, get
Oww, here comes my Shaolin
True
To my with the "soo!"

C'mon baby c'mon baby baby c'mon baby baby c'mon

Yo, you protect ya neck!

First things first, man, fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking in your head like a fucking nurse
attack any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat stack
on you when you stepped through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight the Brooklyn Zu
And I'll be if I let any man
to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, that packed: jam
You can't slam, let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is and stinking
Ason Unique rolling with the night of the
Niggas be rolling with a
Ain't cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfucking ass!

For out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme me
Ejecting styles from my weapon
My pen that from here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it like a flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust
I come with shit that's all of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my grounds
I give a order to my peeps the water
To go and snatch up all around the border
And get far like a shooting
who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I the square biz
There it is, you're fucking with pros and there it

Yo chill with the feedback, black, we don't need
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your at?
Feeling mad hostile, ran the
like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then the globe with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the cheek and I'll break your fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs African drums
Coming the mountain when I come
flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down,
us the fuck outta here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Mabel
Be doing artists in Cain did Abel
Now money's getting stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I
Your falls and you lose every cent
For to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it when I it
Niggas so stingy they got arms and deep pockets
This on in some companies
With majors, they're scared to to pump these
First of all, your A&R?
A climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he know the meaning of "dope"
When looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's cleaner than a bar of
And I'm the dirtiest thing in
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and have a mud fight

You best ya neck!
You best ya neck!
You best ya neck!
You best ya neck!