Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah, time to let niggaz know, son
Niggaz don't wanna motherfuckin' understand
Know what I'm sayin'? to hit 'em with the third degree
Yeah, you know the QBC here to 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 third degree, plus you snitchin', you ain't got
No on me, I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond

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

I hold a nine Ruger with an disc
Red dot right at face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin', pull off like the 5 G
In a four time Ford truck Speed

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

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

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

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

Extortion, hit up, extortion, hit that up

is the key, I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like
Take precaution, Infamous enforced 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, got a click then recruit
You're troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, it like a man you little bitch

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

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

Just peep the stee and the rap how it's to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we
On top of that we and don't stoppin'
drawers-droppin', the panty-raiders

Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank back out
And then played her but ain't nothin', crossin' this dog walkin'
Native New York and slang talkin', rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver, What? Young, and don't give a fuck
If the next 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 most
Be the motherfucker with the most lumps

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