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

I smoke on the mic like Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam troops in Pakistan
through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock 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 like Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I more noise than heavy metal

The way I make the crowd go
Sit back, relax smile
Rae got it on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like
And get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in
With the thoughts that bomb like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the man
Cause I the clip, and
Hit you 16 shots 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 break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they shame in the game
I take aim and blow that out the frame
And like Fame, my style live 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 check out the
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
Niggas off, because I'm hot like
The smoke from the lyrical blunt me eughck

Ooh, what, my nut, get screwed
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 best ya neck!

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

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so me
Not long is how long that rhyme took me
Ejecting styles from my lethal
My pen that rocks from to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it like a psycho
I Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I is my stomping grounds
I a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up all around the border
And get far like a star
Cause who I are is livin' the of Pablo Escobar
as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're with pros and there it goes

Yo chill with the feedback, black, we don't that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your at?
mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowing like when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buck us
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your chin
Slaying boom-bangs African drums
around the mountain when I come
Crazy for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase black unemployment
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
us the fuck outta here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits I seen Aunt Mabel
Be artists in like Cain did Abel
Now money's getting stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I
Your empire falls and you lose cent
For trying to up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a light bulb
Should've it when I rocked it
Niggas so they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some
With majors, they're scared to death to pump
First of all, your A&R?
A mountain who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the of "dope"
When looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the and let's have a mud fight

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