Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

Look into the eyes, 'True lies', your whole click
Especially me, H A V O C, don't 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 through your teeth, swearing on your first
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in
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 hold a nine Ruger with an disc
Red dot right at face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin', pull off like the 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with

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

Of the Mobb is like an 'Unsolved mystery'
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all
Madness amongst me, I have to get lovely
Never it's always something

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

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

Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit up

is the key, I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous enforced in
You to the Mobb, kid take it then 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 name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you
The that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six 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
Don't act familiar, motherfuckers you ain't of me

peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the like a grocery, we food-shoppin'
On top of that we hip-hoppin' and 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 Shaolin slang talkin', rap
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver, What? Young, 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 same time I'm you, punk
Wanna pop the most
Be the motherfucker with the most lumps

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