Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

[Verse Havoc, Prodigy]

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole despise
me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't your chick, 'cause she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you got no ties on me
I keep it strong, you scream word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on your first
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in
Hit you up quick strictly shit I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, to the end

I a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin, off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the
My crime work, style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from
Anything that lead to the source, you the boss
of the killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, all history
amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's something
No rest, daily rock my vest
I shoot at your best man yeah MVP
He played the front line got struck down
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps
heavy my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, real live, you think not
My crew, New York, who taking your spot
I put the green on, your whole click, Island shit
Running through the wilding, extorting

(Extortion, hit up, extortion, hit that up)

[Verse Havoc, Method]

is the key I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it divorce it
Cause I ain't got no time for domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog got a click then recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the
On your name my shit, take it like a man you bitch

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you
This Shaolin representer, thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin with, top
Official to the gristle
It don't matter if you rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a degree
Don't act motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
Just the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the like a grocery, we food-shoppin
On top of we hip-hoppin, 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 that ain't
this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze shiver
What? Young, black, and give a fuck
If the next get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion)

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