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

I on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising with the flavor
Terrorize the jam troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, 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 Tevin
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I make noise than heavy metal

The way I the crowd go wild
Sit back, relax smile
Rae got it on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built Schwarzenegger
And get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all assets
Cause I came to shake the in half
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 with 16 and more, I got
Going to war the melting 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, me back
Small change, they shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the
And like Fame, my style will live
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 when I'm
Niggas off, I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt me eughck

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

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

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

For out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long this rhyme took me
Ejecting styles from my weapon
My pen that from here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it a psycho flashback
I Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stomping
I give a to my peeps across the water
To go and up props all around the border
And get far like a star
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo
as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fucking with and there it goes

Yo with the feedback, black, we don't need that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your at?
Feeling mad hostile, ran the
Flowing like when I speaks the gospel
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 fucking chin
boom-bangs like African drums
Coming around the mountain I come
Crazy for the rap enjoyment
My clan like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down,
Take us the fuck outta

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin'
Some ain't had hits I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in Cain did Abel
Now they money's stuck to the gum under the table
what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every
For trying to up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light
Should've it when I rocked it
so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in companies
With majors, they're scared to death to pump
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 a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in
Matter of fact, out the girls and let's have a mud fight

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