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

I smoke on the mic like Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell the flavor
the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock ticking
While I get you flipping off the 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, saying Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I more noise than heavy metal

The way I make the go wild
Sit back, won't smile
Rae got it going on pal, call me the rap
Rhymes rugged and built like
And I'mma get mad like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all assets
Cause I came to shake the in half
With the thoughts that shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the man
I grab the clip, and
Hit you with 16 and more, I got
to war with the melting pot, hot

It's the Man, for short "Mr. Meth"
Moving on left
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they putting in the game
I take aim and blow nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my will live forever
Niggas crossing over, but they know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
off, because I'm hot like sauce
The from the lyrical blunt makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you best ya neck!

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

For out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that rhyme took me
Ejecting styles my lethal weapon
My pen rocks from here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it like a psycho
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't back
I come with shit all types 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 a shooting star
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 it goes

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

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

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