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

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

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

It's the Man, for short "Mr. Meth"
on your left
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 out the frame
And like Fame, my style will live
Niggas over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough respect due to the
I mean ohh, yo out the flow
the Hudson, or PCP when I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot sauce
The smoke the lyrical blunt makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you best ya neck!

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

For crying out loud, my is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme me
styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from to Oregon
Here's more again, it like a psycho flashback
I Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And I lounge is my stomping grounds
I give a to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the
And get far like a shooting
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo
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 your seed at?
mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowing like Christ when I speaks the
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buck us
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men mad sin
Turn the cheek and I'll break your fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs like drums
Coming around the when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap
My increase like black unemployment
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
Take us the fuck outta

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin'
Some ain't had hits I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in Cain did Abel
Now they money's getting to the gum under the table
That's what you get you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose cent
For trying to up a scrub
Now that thought was just as as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it 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 A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an guitar?
But he know the meaning of "dope"
When he's for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's cleaner than a bar of
And I'm the dirtiest thing in
Matter of fact, out the girls and let's have a mud fight

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