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

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

The way I make the go wild
Sit back, won't smile
Rae got it on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad like a threat, blow up your project
Then all your assets
Cause I to shake the frame in half
the thoughts 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 with the pot, hot

the Method 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
change, they putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the
And Fame, my style will live forever
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
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
Niggas off, I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical makes me eughck

Ooh, what, grab my nut, get
Oww, here comes my style
B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my crew the "soo!"

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

First things first, man, you're with the worst
I'll be pins in your head like a fucking nurse
attack any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat stack
Shame on you when you stepped to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the
Straight up and down, that shit jam
You slam, don't let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and
Unique rolling with the night of the creeps
Niggas be with a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style bite your motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so me
Not is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejecting styles my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from to Oregon
Here's more again, it like a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you bust back
I come with shit that's all of shapes and sounds
And where I is my stomping grounds
I a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all the border
And get far like a star
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo
Point-blank as I kick the biz
There it is, you're fucking with pros and it goes

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

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin'
ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like did Abel
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum the table
That's you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose cent
For to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a light bulb
pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some
With majors, scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your
A climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the of "dope"
he's looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest in sight
of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight

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