Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

Look into the eyes, 'True lies', your whole click
Especially me, H A V O C, don't your chick
'Cuz she's burning third degree, plus you snitchin', you got
No ties on me, I keep it strong, while you scream 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 that I'm in
You a line that's thin, you religious, well you sin
with 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 Speed

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

Of the Mobb is like an 'Unsolved mystery'
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all
Madness amongst me, I have to get lovely
Never fails it's something

No rest, daily gotta rock my vest, I shoot at your man
Yeah your MVP, he played the line, got struck down immediately
I wave a Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps
When load my military hold 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, shit
through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit up

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

'Cause I got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared, get a dog, don't got a click recruit
You're 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 rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly
You fuckin' with, top

Official to the bone
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

peep 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 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 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, give that up kid,

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

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