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

I on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, hell with the flavor
the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tock keep ticking
I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, saying Goodbye like Tevin 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 going on pal, me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built Schwarzenegger
And I'mma get mad deep a threat, blow up your project
take all your assets
Cause I came to the frame in half
the thoughts that bomb shit 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 the melting pot, hot

It's the Method Man, for "Mr. Meth"
on your left
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I wanna break, fool, me back
Small change, they putting in the game
I take aim and 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 due to the one-six-ooh
I ohh, yo check out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm
off, because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the blunt makes me eughck

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

baby 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 a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who in his mack
Come fully packed a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you through to
The Ol' Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the
up and down, that shit packed: jam
You can't slam, let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is and stinking
Ason Unique rolling the night of the creeps
Niggas be rolling 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 this took me
styles from my lethal weapon
My pen rocks from here to Oregon
Here's again, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't back
I come with shit all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my grounds
I a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all the border
And get far like a shooting
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo
as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fucking pros and there it goes

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

The Wu is too slammin' for Cold Killin' labels
Some had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like did Abel
Now they getting stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose cent
For trying to up a scrub
Now that thought was as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it when I it
Niggas so stingy they got arms and deep pockets
goes on in some companies
With majors, they're to death to pump these
First of all, who's A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an electric
But he know the meaning of "dope"
he's 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!