Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah, time to let niggaz know, son
Niggaz don't wanna motherfuckin' understand
Know I'm sayin'? 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, don't want chick
'Cuz she's burning third degree, you snitchin', you ain't got
No ties on me, I keep it strong, while you word is bond

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

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

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

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

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

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

I ain't got no time 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 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, before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry deadly shits
You fuckin' with, top

to the bone gristle
It don't 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 the stee and the rap how it's supposed 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 her but that ain't nothin', crossin' this dog walkin'
Native New and Shaolin slang talkin', rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver, What? Young, black and don't give a
If the next crew get the

Extortion, extortion, give up kid, extortion

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

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