Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah, time to let these know, son
Niggaz don't even motherfuckin' understand
Know what I'm sayin'? Time to hit 'em with the third
Yeah, you the QBC here 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 scream word is

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

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

Like the motion picture, this nigga with the wind'
My work, ninja 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 is like an 'Unsolved mystery'
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get
fails it's always something

No rest, daily gotta rock my vest, I at your best man
Yeah your MVP, he played the 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 live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking spot
I put the green light on your whole click, shit
through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

Extortion, hit up, extortion, hit that up

Extortion is the key, I got the key for
Spend your fortune, dead your like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws in
You to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it

I ain't got no time for them 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 yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin'
The hand that the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly
You fuckin' with, top

Official to the gristle
It don't matter if you bust or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a degree
act familiar, motherfuckers you ain't heard of me

Just peep the stee and the rap how supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods a grocery, we food-shoppin'
On top of that we and don't stoppin'
Out-of-state drawers-droppin', the

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

Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion

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

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