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

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to to you
All the way from the of Shaolin
uninvited guests
Came in through the door
and gentlemen, it's them!

Dance with the mantis, the slim chances
Chant this, swing like Pete Sampras
it straight to Big Man On Campus
Brandish your weapon or get to the canvas
Scandalous, the metro panic
Cause static, or without the automatic
And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, it
It's drastic, gotta send to Dirty Bastard

Ayo, ayo
Waves is spinnin, blades is
Slay em in the inning
Stay truck, god playin linen
Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel
Mink jeans on, where the real at
zitos, movin wit a ill ego
For real, for real, ill lines, ill
Yo, bring it back, 9 civilians
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, liver than

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

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

[Bobby
Yo, you may catch me in a of Polo Skipperys, matching cap
Razor blades in my (BOBBY!)
You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose
And my off stun (BOBBY!)
Y'all might just me in the park playin chess, studyin math
7 and a sun (BOBBY!)
But you catch me without the ratchet, in the joint
out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!)

Wallo's comfortable, frosting
Your socks out, yours is talkin
Rock so steadily, son, I'm crazy
my old Force MD furs in the 80's
Nat Turners wit burners, Joyner-Kersee
Taught y'all how to rap, reimburse me
Rothsdale's, red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks
Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean
I'm nice, maxed out, wit the ax out
Murder these bitches, switchin with they backs out

Niggas pop shit, I pop clips
Bitch, I'll put my on ya lips
Alabama split, hammer quick
That Banner gamma ray shit
Shells in the mouth, jailhouse
My voice, Snow White stiff
Verbal killas, grip
God shit, puff Marley spliffs

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

Run on the track like Owens
the record flowin, without any knowin
That my run the 400 meter relay
It's on once I grab the from the DJ
A athlete wit his iron in the ground
nigga who sprint off the gun sound
The best time yet 7.0
Swift flow made the cameramen blow