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

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd to welcome to you
All the way the slums of Shaolin
Special guests
in through the back door
Ladies and gentlemen, them!

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

Ayo, ayo
Waves is spinnin, is spinnin
Slay em in the eighth
Stay truck, god stay playin
Kill rap, the uptowns, ho, feel that
Mink jeans on, seen the real at
2000 zitos, wit a ill ego
For real, for real, ill lines, ill
Yo, bring it back, 9 civilians
Pollyin deals, and bills
niggas lyin
Caught 300, lab look royal wit a stomach
Go broke, all seen, it
Words from the set
If I don't eat, we already met
Fly ass bro, than coke

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

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

Digital]
Yo, you may catch me in a of Polo Skipperys, matching cap
blades in my gums (BOBBY!)
You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's jumper
And my off stun (BOBBY!)
Y'all might just catch me in the playin chess, studyin math
7 and a sun (BOBBY!)
But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the
Smoked out, broke or off point (BOBBY!)

Wallo's comfortable, frosting
socks hangin out, yours is talkin
Rock so steadily, son, I'm crazy
Sport my old Force MD furs in the
Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie
Taught y'all niggas how to rap, me
Rothsdale's, red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks
Ox chopped up in Caribbean spots
I'm nice, out, creepin wit the ax out
Murder bikini bitches, switchin with they backs out

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

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, a low profile
Dead serious, flicks and don't smile
get money, y'all cats is wild
I pose for the clothes, a song like wild
I'm a chip off the board game, got game
Live life to the fullest, still want more
Darts on layaway, on standby
Outfits pressed up, for airtime

Run on the like Jesse Owens
Broke the record flowin, any knowin
That my wordplay run the 400 relay
on once I grab the baton from the DJ
A athlete wit his iron in the ground
Wildest who sprint off the gun sound
The best yet still 7.0
Swift made the cameramen clothes blow