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

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

The way I make the go wild
Sit back, relax won't
Rae got it on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like
And I'mma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your
Then all your assets
Cause I came to the frame 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 with 16 and more, I got
to war with the melting pot, hot

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

Ooh, what, grab my nut, get
Oww, comes my Shaolin style
True
To my with the "soo!"

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

Yo, you best ya neck!

First things first, man, you're fucking with the
I'll be sticking pins in your head like a nurse
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his
fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight the Brooklyn Zu
And be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you the winter
Straight up and down, that shit jam
You can't slam, don't let me get on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is and stinking
Ason Unique rolling with the of the creeps
Niggas be rolling a stash
Ain't cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfucking ass!

For crying out loud, my is wild, so book me
Not is how long that this rhyme took me
styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that from 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 with shit that's all of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my grounds
I give a order to my across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the
And get far like a shooting
Cause who I are is livin' the life of Escobar
as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fucking with pros and it goes

Yo chill with the feedback, black, we don't that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's seed at?
mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowing like Christ I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buck us
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fucking
Slaying like African drums
Coming around the mountain when I
Crazy flamboyant for the rap
My clan like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down,
us the fuck outta here

The Wu is too for these Cold Killin' labels
ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did
Now they money's getting to the gum under the table
That's you get when you misuse what I invent
empire falls and you lose every cent
For trying to blow up a
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt bulb
pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in companies
With majors, they're scared to to pump these
of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an guitar?
But he don't the meaning of "dope"
When he's for a "suit-and-tie rap"
cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in
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 protect ya neck!