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

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

The way I the crowd go wild
Sit back, relax won't
Rae got it going on pal, call me the rap
rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your
take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the in half
With the thoughts that bomb shit math
So if you try to flip, go flip on the next man
Cause I the clip, and
Hit you 16 shots and more, I got
Going to war with the 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 that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style will forever
Niggas crossing over, but they know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough respect due to the
I mean ohh, yo out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
Niggas off, because I'm hot sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt me eughck

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

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

First first, man, you're fucking with the worst
be sticking pins in your head like a fucking nurse
I'll any nigga 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
Come to my center, you the winter
Straight up and down, that packed: jam
You can't slam, don't let me get on him, man
The Ol' Bastard is dirty and stinking
Ason rolling with the night of the creeps
be rolling with a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style I'll bite your ass!

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so me
Not is how long that this rhyme took me
styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks 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 shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the
To go and snatch up props all around the
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, you're fucking with pros and there it

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

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt
Be doing artists in like did Abel
Now they money's getting to the gum under the table
what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire and you lose every cent
For trying to blow up a
Now that was just as bright 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 some
With majors, scared to death to pump these
First of all, your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an electric
But he don't the meaning of "dope"
When he's for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's than a bar of soap
And I'm the thing in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's a mud fight

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