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

I smoke on the mic like Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell the flavor
Terrorize the jam like in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood
So uhh, tock keep ticking
While I get you off the shit I'm kicking
The Ranger, code red: danger!
in the dark with 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 noise than heavy metal

The way I the crowd go wild
Sit back, won't smile
Rae got it going on pal, me the rap assassinator
rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your
Cause I came to shake the in half
With the thoughts that bomb shit math
So if you wanna try to flip, go on the next man
Cause I the clip, and
Hit you 16 shots and more, I got
Going to war the melting pot, hot

the Method Man, for short "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 Fame, my style will live forever
Niggas crossing over, but they don't know no
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the
the Hudson, or PCP when I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot like
The smoke the lyrical blunt makes me eughck

Ooh, what, my nut, get screwed
Oww, here comes my style
B-A-ba-B-Y-U
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 with the
be sticking pins in your head like a fucking nurse
I'll any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged
Shame on you when you through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the
Straight up and down, shit packed: jam
You slam, don't let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and
Ason Unique rolling the night of the creeps
be rolling with a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style bite your motherfucking ass!

For out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how that this rhyme took me
Ejecting styles from my weapon
My pen rocks from here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it like a flashback
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you bust back
I come with shit that's all 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 star
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 it goes

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

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin'
Some ain't had hits since I Aunt Mabel
Be doing in like Cain did Abel
Now they getting stuck to the gum under the table
what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your falls and you lose every 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
This goes on in companies
With majors, they're scared to death to pump
First of all, your 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 dirtiest thing in
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud

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