Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah, to let these niggaz know, son
Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin'
what 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', whole click despise
me, H A V O C, don't want your chick
'Cuz 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 that I'm in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious, you sin
Fuckin' with the Mobb, to the end

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

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

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

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

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

Extortion, hit up, extortion, hit that up

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

'Cause I ain't got no time for domestic disputes
If you scared, get a dog, don't got a click recruit
weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a man you bitch

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

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

Just peep the 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'
Out-of-state drawers-droppin', the

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 shiver, What? Young, black and don't give a fuck
If the next crew get the

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 with the most

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