Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah...
Time to let niggaz know Son
don't even wanna motherfuckin understand
KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em the third degree
Yeah you know the QBC, to drop a G
Yo...

[Verse One: Havoc,

Look into the eyes, Lies, your whole click despise
me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't your chick, 'cause she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no on me
I keep it strong, while you word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on first born
word is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly that 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 disc
Red dot right at your face, so set or rock it
And kept drivin, pull off the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with
like the motion picture, this nigga With the Wind
My work, ninja style shit was did
And got with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you know the
of the killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
Madness me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never it's always something
No rest, daily rock my vest
I 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 hold
Far from animation, it's 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 that up, extortion, hit up)

[Verse Two: Havoc,

is the key I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws in
You married to the Mobb, kid it then divorce it
I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a click recruit
weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On name my shit, take it like 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, thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin with, top
to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or pistols
me, burn a nigga to a third degree
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 a grocery, we food-shoppin
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't
drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank back out
and played her, but that ain't nothin
this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap
Mr. Freeze crowd
What? Young, black, and don't give a
If the next get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion)

Bottom line, the fuck you wanna do
You me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk
pop the most junk
Be the same motherfucker with the most
on that shit
Punk (word up)
his ass like a book of matches
[Yeah, that's about it]
pressure like fat bitches..