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
Terrorize the jam like in Pakistan
Swinging your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock keep
While I get you flipping off the shit I'm
The Ranger, code red: danger!
Deep in the dark the art to rip the charts 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 crowd go
Sit back, won't smile
Rae got it on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes and built like Schwarzenegger
And get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then all your assets
Cause I to shake the frame in half
With the that bomb shit like math
So if you try to flip, go flip on the next man
Cause I the clip, and
Hit you with 16 and more, I got
to war with the melting pot, hot

It's the Method Man, for "Mr. Meth"
Moving on left
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I wanna break, fool, me back
Small change, they putting shame in the
I take aim and blow nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style will forever
Niggas crossing over, but they don't no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP I'm dustin'
Niggas off, I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me

Ooh, what, my nut, get screwed
Oww, here my Shaolin style
B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my with the "soo!"

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

Yo, you best ya neck!

things first, man, you're fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking
attack any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged
Shame on you you stepped through 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
up and down, that shit packed: jam
You can't slam, let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Bastard is dirty and stinking
Ason Unique with the night of the creeps
Niggas be rolling a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style bite your motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so me
Not long is how long this rhyme took me
Ejecting styles 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 wouldn't back
I come with that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stomping
I a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up all around the border
And get far like a shooting
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 there it

Yo chill with the feedback, black, we need that
10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at?
Feeling mad hostile, ran the
Flowing like Christ when I the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then the globe with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your chin
Slaying boom-bangs like African
Coming around the mountain I come
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 Killin'
Some ain't had hits since I seen Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did
Now they money's stuck to the gum under the table
That's you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every
For trying to blow up a
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt bulb
Should've pumped it I rocked it
Niggas so stingy got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in companies
majors, they're scared to death 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
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's a mud fight

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