Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

into the eyes, 'True lies', your whole click despise
Especially me, H A V O C, don't your chick
'Cuz she's burning 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 that I'm livin' in
You walk a line thin, you religious, well you sin
with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a nine Ruger with an 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 crime work, ninja shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you know the

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

No rest, daily gotta rock my vest, I at your best man
Yeah MVP, he played the front line, got struck down immediately
I wave a Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps
When heavy load my military hold

Far from animation, real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your
I put the green light on your click, Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding,

Extortion, hit up, extortion, hit that up

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

'Cause I ain't got no time for them disputes
If you scared, get a dog, don't got a then recruit
You're 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 the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six shits
You with, top contenders

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

Just peep the stee and the rap how supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we
On top of that we hip-hoppin' and stoppin'
drawers-droppin', the panty-raiders

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

Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion

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

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