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

I on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell the flavor
the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock keep
While I get you off the shit 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 Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy

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

It's the Man, for short "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 shame in the
I aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style live forever
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, because I'm hot like
The smoke from the lyrical makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you best ya neck!

First things first, man, fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking in your head like a fucking nurse
I'll any nigga who slack in his mack
Come packed with a fat rugged 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 packed: 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
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 my lethal weapon
My pen that from here 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 I lounge is my stomping grounds
I give a to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the
And get far a shooting star
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo
Point-blank as I the square biz
There it is, fucking with pros and there it goes

Yo chill the feedback, black, we don't need 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 then attack the globe with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the cheek and I'll break your fucking chin
boom-bangs like African drums
Coming around the mountain I come
flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down,
Take us the fuck here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt
Be doing artists in Cain did Abel
Now they money's getting to the gum under the table
what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire and you lose every cent
For to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy got short arms and deep pockets
This on in some companies
majors, they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your
A mountain climber who an electric guitar?
But he don't know the of "dope"
When looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest in sight
Matter of fact, out the girls and let's have a mud fight

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