Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah, time to let niggaz know, son
Niggaz even wanna motherfuckin' understand
Know 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, lies', your whole click despise
Especially me, H A V O C, don't want your
'Cuz she's third degree, plus you snitchin', you ain't got
No ties on me, I keep it strong, while you word is bond

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

I a nine Ruger with 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 time Ford truck with Speed

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

Of the Mobb killing is like an mystery'
Puzzling, nobody knows, all history
Madness amongst me, I have to get lovely
Never fails 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 wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it
When heavy load my military ammunition

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

Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit up

Extortion is the key, I got the key for
Spend your fortune, your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws 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, don't got a then recruit
weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, it like a man you little bitch

I yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin'
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you
Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin' with, top

Official to the bone
It don't matter if you rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, a nigga 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 goods a grocery, we food-shoppin'
On top of that we hip-hoppin' and don't
drawers-droppin', the panty-raiders

Slide on ya like gators, umped that bitch back out
And then played her but that ain't nothin', 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, what the you wanna do?
You eyin' me, at the same time I'm eyin' you,
Wanna pop the most
Be the same with the most lumps

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