Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah, to let these niggaz 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 to drop a G, yo

Look into the eyes, 'True lies', your whole despise
Especially me, H A V O C, want your chick
'Cuz she's burning third degree, 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 a line that's thin, you religious, well you sin
Fuckin' with the Mobb, to the end

I hold a nine Ruger 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 with Speed

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

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

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

Far from animation, real live, you think not
My crew, New York, who taking your spot
I put the light on your whole 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 shorty abortion
precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid it then divorce it

'Cause I ain't got no for them domestic disputes
If you scared, get a dog, got a click then recruit
weak 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 you enter
Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You with, top contenders

Official to the bone
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third
Don't act familiar, you ain't heard 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'
Out-of-state drawers-droppin', the

Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank 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 a fuck
If the next get the scissor

Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion

Bottom line, the fuck you wanna do?
You eyin' me, at the same I'm eyin' you, punk
pop the most junk
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)
Under pressure fat bitches