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

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd to welcome to you
All the way from the slums of
uninvited guests
Came in the back door
Ladies and gentlemen, them!

Dance with the mantis, the slim chances
Chant this, anthem swing Pete Sampras
Takin it to Big Man On Campus
Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the
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 send to Dirty Bastard

Ayo, ayo
Waves is spinnin, is spinnin
Slay em in the eighth
Stay truck, god stay linen
rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that
Mink on, seen where 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
Y'all niggas
Caught 300, lab look wit a mean stomach
Go broke, all seen, it
Words the heavy set
If I eat, then we already met
Fly ass bro, than coke

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

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

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

Wallo's comfortable, frosting
Your socks out, yours is talkin
Rock so steadily, son, I'm crazy
my old Force MD furs in the 80's
Nat wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Taught y'all 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, switchin with they out

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

You might see me in a 6, not my style
You might see me wit a bitch, not my child
I be in the benzo, a low profile
Dead serious, take 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 game, got sword game
Live to the fullest, still want more fame
on layaway, beats on standby
Outfits pressed up, for airtime

Run on the like Jesse Owens
Broke the flowin, without any knowin
my wordplay run the 400 meter relay
It's on I grab the baton from the DJ
A wit his iron cleat in the ground
Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun
The time yet still 7.0
Swift flow made the cameramen clothes