Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah, time to let these know, son
Niggaz don't even motherfuckin' understand
Know I'm sayin'? Time to hit 'em with the third degree
Yeah, you know the QBC here to a G, yo

Look into the eyes, 'True lies', your whole click
Especially me, H A V O C, don't your chick
'Cuz she's third degree, plus you snitchin', you ain't got
No ties on me, I keep it strong, while you scream is bond

through your teeth, swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go a wake in this
Hit you up quick shit that I'm livin' in
You walk a line thin, you religious, well you sin
Fuckin' with the Mobb, to the end

I a nine Ruger with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set or rock it
And kept drivin', off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford with Speed

Like the motion picture, this 'Gone with the wind'
My crime work, ninja shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes tracing
Anything lead to the source, you know the boss

Of the Mobb killing is an 'Unsolved mystery'
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never it's always something

No rest, gotta rock my vest, I shoot at your best man
Yeah your MVP, he played the front line, got down immediately
I wave a Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps
When heavy my military hold ammunition

Far from animation, it's live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your
I put the green on your whole click, Island shit
Running the hoe-house wilding, extorting

Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit up

is the key, I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it divorce it

'Cause I ain't got no for them domestic disputes
If you scared, get a dog, don't got a click then
You're troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your my shit, take it like a man you little bitch

I yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin'
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you
This Shaolin representer, carry deadly shits
You with, top contenders

to the bone gristle
It matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a to a third degree
act familiar, motherfuckers you ain't heard of me

Just peep the stee and the rap how supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the like a grocery, we food-shoppin'
On top of that we and don't stoppin'
drawers-droppin', the panty-raiders

Slide on ya like gators, umped stank bitch back out
And then played her but that nothin', crossin' this dog walkin'
Native New York and slang talkin', rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver, What? Young, black and don't give a
If the next get the scissor

Extortion, extortion, give up kid, extortion

Bottom line, the fuck you wanna do?
You eyin' me, at the same I'm eyin' you, punk
Wanna pop the most
Be the same motherfucker the most lumps

on that shit, punk faggot
(Word up)
Burn his ass a book of matches
(Yeah, that's about it)
Under pressure fat bitches