Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah, to let these niggaz know, son
Niggaz even wanna motherfuckin' understand
Know I'm sayin'? Time to hit 'em with the third degree
Yeah, you know the QBC here to a G, yo

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

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

I hold a nine 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, nigga 'Gone with the wind'
My crime work, style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you the boss

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

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

Far from animation, real live, you think not
My crew, New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on your whole click, Island
Running through the wilding, extorting

Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit up

Extortion is the key, I got the key for
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty abortion
Take precaution, laws enforced 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 then recruit
You're troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a man you little

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

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 and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we
On top of that we hip-hoppin' and don't
Out-of-state drawers-droppin', the

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

Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion

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

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