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
Terrorize the jam troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock keep
While I get you flipping off the I'm kicking
The Ranger, code red: danger!
Deep in the with the art to rip the charts apart
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're saying Goodbye like Tevin
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I make more noise heavy metal

The way I make the go wild
Sit back, relax smile
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 take all assets
I came to shake the frame 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 16 shots and more, I got
Going to war 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 shame in the
I take aim and blow that out the frame
And like Fame, my will live forever
Niggas crossing over, but don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
Niggas off, I'm hot like sauce
The from the lyrical blunt makes me eughck

Ooh, what, my nut, get screwed
Oww, here comes my Shaolin
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, fucking with the worst
I'll be pins in your head like a fucking nurse
I'll attack any who slack in his mack
Come fully with a fat rugged stack
on you when you stepped through 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 can't slam, let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is and stinking
Ason Unique rolling with the of the creeps
Niggas be with a stash
saying 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 rhyme took me
Ejecting styles from my weapon
My pen that from here 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 give a order to my across the water
To go and snatch up all around the border
And get far like a shooting
Cause who I are is the life of Pablo Escobar
as I kick the square biz
There it is, fucking with pros and there it goes

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
Flowing like Christ when I speaks the
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the us style
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll your fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs like drums
around the mountain when I come
Crazy for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase black unemployment
Yeah, another one down,
Take us the fuck here

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

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