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

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to to you
All the way the slums of Shaolin
uninvited guests
Came in through the door
Ladies and gentlemen, 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, made the metro
Cause static, with or the automatic
And I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it
It's drastic, gotta half to Dirty Bastard

Ayo, ayo
Waves is spinnin, blades is
em in the eighth inning
Stay truck, god playin linen
Kill rap, the uptowns, ho, feel that
Mink on, seen where the real at
zitos, movin wit a ill ego
For real, for real, ill lines, ill
Yo, it back, 9 more civilians
deals, monopoly and bills
Y'all lyin
Caught 300, lab look royal wit a stomach
Go broke, all seen, it
from the heavy set
If I eat, then we already met
Fly ass bro, than coke

Now what you know wit lines this ill?
shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to
Put on my gasoline boots and through hell
Wit 9 generals, 9 in your video
9 blow, semi auto wit no serial
Man metaphysical, I for criminals
Who don't pay they on time and fuck wit digital
seen, smoke a bag of evergreen
My sword got a jones, more for the severing
Johnny in the dungeon, all bets, throw ya ones in
Scared money don't make money, ya guns in

[Masta
That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto
hydro on a beach wit Tamiko
My gun bullet hollow for you to
Blowin the nozzle, it whistle
One in the head, this is red, man for dead
X amount of spray from the barrel
Heat clear the street like O'Carroll
Fully equipped, rifles, banana shit
To make my niggas from East New York

[Bobby
Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, cap
blades in my gums (BOBBY!)
You may me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper
And my phaser off (BOBBY!)
Y'all just catch 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, chocolate
Your hangin out, yours is talkin
so steadily, son, I'm still crazy
Sport my old MD furs in the 80's
Nat Turners wit burners, Joyner-Kersee
y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me
Rothsdale's, red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks
Ox chopped up in Caribbean spots
I'm nice, maxed out, wit the ax out
Murder these bikini bitches, with they backs out

Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop
Bitch, I'll put my on ya lips
Alabama split, hammer slay
That David gamma ray shit
in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
My powder voice, Snow White
Verbal killas, gorilla
God body shit, puff spliffs

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

Run on the like Jesse Owens
Broke the record flowin, without any
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 flow made the clothes blow