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

I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe
The hell-raiser, raising hell the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in
Swinging through your town like your Spiderman
So uhh, tock keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code 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, Deck's on the set
The rebel, I more noise than 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 rugged and like Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep a threat, blow up your project
take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in
the thoughts that bomb shit 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 with the pot, hot

It's the Method Man, for "Mr. Meth"
Moving on your
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I wanna break, fool, cock me
Small change, they putting in the game
I aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style will forever
Niggas over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough respect due to the
I ohh, yo check out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot like
The from the lyrical blunt makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

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

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so me
Not long is how long that this took me
Ejecting styles my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it 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 stomping
I give a order to my peeps across the
To go and snatch up props all the border
And get far like a star
Cause who I are is the life of Pablo Escobar
as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fucking with and there it goes

Yo chill with the feedback, black, we don't that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's seed at?
mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowing Christ when I speaks the gospel
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 break your fucking chin
Slaying like African drums
Coming around the mountain when I
Crazy for the rap enjoyment
My clan like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down,
Take us the fuck here

The Wu is too for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum under the
That's what you get when you misuse what I
Your falls 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 pumped it I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep
goes on in some companies
With majors, they're scared to death to these
First of all, who's A&R?
A mountain climber who an electric guitar?
But he don't know the of "dope"
When looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's cleaner a bar of soap
And I'm the thing in sight
of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight

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