Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah, time to let these know, son
don't even wanna motherfuckin' understand
Know what I'm sayin'? Time to hit 'em the third degree
Yeah, you know the QBC to drop a G, yo

into the eyes, 'True lies', your whole click despise
Especially me, H A V O C, want your chick
'Cuz burning third degree, plus you snitchin', you ain't got
No ties on me, I it strong, while you scream word is bond

Lying through teeth, swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit 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 infa-spot
Red dot right at your face, so set or rock it
And kept drivin', off like the Indy 5 G
In a time Ford truck with Speed

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

Of the Mobb killing is like an 'Unsolved
Puzzling, knows, it's 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
Yeah your MVP, he played the front line, got struck immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it
When heavy load my military ammunition

Far animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who your spot
I put the green light on your whole click, 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
Take precaution, Infamous laws 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 then recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the
On your name my shit, take it a man you little bitch

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

Official to the gristle
It matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
me, burn 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 and don't stoppin'
Out-of-state drawers-droppin', the

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

Extortion, extortion, give that up kid,

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

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