Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

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

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

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

Like the motion picture, this nigga 'Gone with the
My work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from
Anything that lead to the source, you know the

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

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

Far from animation, real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your
I put the green light on your click, Island shit
through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit up

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

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

I yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin'
The that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly
You fuckin' with, top

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

Just peep the stee and the rap how it's to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods a grocery, we food-shoppin'
On top of we hip-hoppin' and don't stoppin'
drawers-droppin', the panty-raiders

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

Extortion, extortion, give that up kid,

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

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