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

I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the
the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock keep
While I get you flipping off the I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code danger!
in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're saying Goodbye Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah on the set
The rebel, I make more noise heavy metal

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

the Method Man, for short "Mr. Meth"
Moving on left
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I wanna break, fool, me back
Small change, putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow nigga out the frame
And Fame, my style will live forever
Niggas crossing over, but they don't no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough respect due to the
I mean ohh, yo out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP I'm dustin'
off, because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me

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

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

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

For out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme me
Ejecting styles my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from 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 all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stomping
I a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up all around the border
And get far a shooting star
Cause who I are is the life of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the biz
There it is, you're fucking with pros and there it

Yo with 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 attack the globe with the us style
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll your fucking chin
boom-bangs like African drums
Coming around the mountain when I
Crazy for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like unemployment
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
Take us the outta here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt
Be doing artists in like did Abel
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum under the
That's you get when you misuse what I invent
Your falls and you lose every cent
For trying to blow up a
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light
Should've pumped it when I it
Niggas so stingy got short arms and deep pockets
This on in some companies
With majors, they're scared to to pump these
First of all, your A&R?
A mountain climber who an electric guitar?
But he don't the meaning 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, out the girls and let's have a mud fight

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