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

I smoke on the mic like Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell the flavor
the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock ticking
While I get you flipping off the I'm kicking
The Ranger, code red: danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts
The vandal, too hot to
You battle, you're saying Goodbye Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy

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

It's the Man, for short "Mr. Meth"
Moving on your
And set it off, get it off, let it off a Gat
I wanna break, fool, cock me
change, they putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the
And like Fame, my will live forever
Niggas over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "soo"
Enough respect due to the
I mean ohh, yo check out the
the Hudson, or PCP when I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot like
The smoke from the blunt makes me eughck

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

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

Yo, you protect ya neck!

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

For out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejecting from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it like a psycho
I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust
I come shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I is my stomping grounds
I give a order to my across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the
And get far a shooting star
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the biz
There it is, you're fucking with pros and it goes

Yo chill the feedback, black, we don't need that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, the fuck's your seed at?
mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowing like Christ when I speaks the
Stroll with the roll then attack the globe with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break fucking chin
boom-bangs like African drums
Coming around the mountain when I
flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black
Yeah, one down, G-g-genius
Take us the fuck here

The Wu is too slammin' for Cold Killin' labels
Some had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did
Now they getting stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse I invent
Your empire falls and you lose cent
For trying to blow up a
Now that thought was just as bright as a light bulb
Should've pumped it I rocked it
Niggas so stingy got short arms and deep pockets
This on in some companies
With majors, they're to death to pump these
First of all, who's A&R?
A mountain who plays an electric guitar?
But he know the meaning of "dope"
When looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's cleaner a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the and let's have a mud fight

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