Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

Look the eyes, 'True lies', your whole click despise
Especially me, H A V O C, don't want 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 your teeth, swearing on your born
Your word is weak, go hold a in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit 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 with an infa-spot
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or it
And kept drivin', pull off like the 5 G
In a four time truck with Speed

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

Of the killing 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, gotta rock my vest, I shoot at your best man
Yeah your MVP, he played the line, got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb flag, you hear the sound as it slaps
When load my military hold ammunition

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

Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit up

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

'Cause I got no time for them 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 like a man you little

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry deadly shits
You with, top contenders

Official to the bone
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust
me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar, motherfuckers you heard of me

Just the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the bag the goods like 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 stank bitch out
And then her but that ain't nothin', crossin' this dog walkin'
Native New York and Shaolin talkin', rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver, Young, black and don't give a fuck
If the crew get the scissor

Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion

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

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