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

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd to welcome to you
All the way from the slums of
Special uninvited
Came in through the back
Ladies and gentlemen, them!

Dance the mantis, note the slim chances
Chant this, swing like Pete Sampras
Takin it straight to Big Man On
Brandish your weapon or get to the canvas
Scandalous, made the metro
Cause static, with or the automatic
And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, it
It's drastic, gotta send half to Bastard

Ayo, ayo
Waves is spinnin, is spinnin
Slay em in the inning
Stay truck, god stay linen
Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, that
Mink jeans on, seen where the at
zitos, movin wit a ill ego
For real, for real, ill lines, ill
Yo, bring it back, 9 more
Pollyin deals, monopoly and
niggas lyin
Caught 300, lab look royal wit a stomach
Go broke, all seen, it
from the heavy set
If I don't eat, we already met
Fly ass bro, than coke

Now what Clan you know wit lines ill?
Bust at Big Ben like we got time to kill
can't gel or I'm just too high to tell
Put on my gasoline and walk through hell
Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in video
9 blow, semi auto wit no serial
Man metaphysical, I for criminals
Who don't pay they on time and fuck wit digital
Never seen, smoke a bag of
My sword got a jones, more heads for the
in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in
Scared money don't money, throw ya guns in

Killa]
That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto
Blowin hydro on a beach wit
My gun bullet hollow for you to
the nozzle, hear it whistle
One in the head, this is red, man for dead
X amount of lead from the barrel
Heat clear the street like O'Carroll
Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip
To my niggas from East New York flip

[Bobby
Yo, you may me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap
blades in my gums (BOBBY!)
You may catch me in yellow Havana goose jumper
And my off stun (BOBBY!)
might just catch me in the park playin chess, studyin math
7 and a sun (BOBBY!)
But you won't catch me the ratchet, in the joint
Smoked out, broke or off point (BOBBY!)

Wallo's comfortable, frosting
Your hangin out, yours is talkin
so steadily, son, I'm still crazy
Sport my old Force MD furs in the
Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie
y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me
Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's,
Ox tails chopped up in spots
I'm nice, maxed out, wit the ax out
Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with they out

Niggas pop shit, I pop clips
Bitch, put my dick on ya lips
Alabama split, hammer slay
That Banner gamma ray shit
in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
My voice, Snow White stiff
Verbal killas, gorilla
God body shit, Marley spliffs

You might see me in a 6, not my style
You might see me wit a bitch, not my child
I be in the benzo, a low profile
Dead serious, take flicks and don't
Tryna get money, y'all cats is
I pose for the clothes, make a like wild
I'm a chip off the board game, got game
life to the fullest, still want more fame
Darts on layaway, on standby
Outfits pressed up, for airtime

Run on the track Jesse Owens
Broke the record flowin, without any
That my wordplay run the 400 meter
It's on once I grab the baton the DJ
A athlete wit his iron in the ground
nigga who sprint off the gun sound
The best yet still 7.0
Swift flow the cameramen clothes blow