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

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

Dance with the mantis, note the slim
this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras
Takin it to Big Man On Campus
Brandish your weapon or get to the canvas
Scandalous, made the metro
Cause static, or without the automatic
And I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it
It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty

Ayo, ayo
Waves is spinnin, blades is
em in the eighth inning
Stay truck, god stay playin
Kill rap, the uptowns, ho, feel that
Mink jeans on, where the real at
2000 zitos, wit a ill ego
For real, for real, ill lines, ill
Yo, it back, 9 more civilians
Pollyin deals, monopoly and
niggas lyin
Caught 300, lab royal wit a mean 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 this ill?
Bust at Big Ben like we got time to kill
Niggas can't gel or I'm too high to tell
Put on my gasoline boots and walk through
Wit 9 generals, 9 in your video
9 milli blow, semi wit no serial
Man metaphysical, I speak for
Who don't pay they bills on time and wit digital
Never seen, smoke a bag of
My sword got a jones, more heads for the
Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, ya ones in
Scared money don't make money, ya guns in

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

[Bobby
Yo, you may catch me in a of Polo Skipperys, matching cap
blades in my gums (BOBBY!)
You may catch me in yellow Joe's goose jumper
And my phaser off (BOBBY!)
Y'all might just me in the park playin chess, studyin math
7 and a sun (BOBBY!)
But you won't catch me the ratchet, in the joint
out, dead 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, Joyner-Kersee
Taught y'all niggas how to rap, me
Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's,
Ox tails chopped up in spots
I'm nice, maxed out, wit the ax out
Murder bikini 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 David Banner gamma ray
in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
My powder voice, White stiff
Verbal killas, grip
God body shit, puff Marley

You might see me in a 6, that's not my
You might see me wit a bitch, not my child
I be in the benzo, keep a low
Dead serious, take flicks and don't
Tryna get money, cats is wild
I pose for the clothes, a song like wild
I'm a off the board game, got sword game
Live life to the fullest, want more fame
Darts on layaway, on standby
Outfits up, ready for airtime

Run on the like Jesse Owens
the record flowin, without any knowin
That my run the 400 meter relay
on once I grab the baton from the DJ
A wit his iron cleat in the ground
Wildest nigga who off the gun sound
The time yet still 7.0
Swift made the cameramen clothes blow