Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah...
Time to let these know Son
Niggaz don't wanna motherfuckin understand
Time to hit em with the third degree
Yeah you the QBC, here to drop a G
Yo...

[Verse One: Havoc,

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole despise
Especially me,
Don't want your chick, she's burning third degree
you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you scream is bond
through your teeth swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious 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 drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck Speed
the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind
My work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from
Anything lead to the source, you know the boss
of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all
Madness me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's something
No rest, gotta rock my vest
I shoot at your best man yeah MVP
He played the line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's live, you think not
My crew, New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on, whole click, Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding,

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

[Verse Havoc, Method]

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

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

(Extortion, extortion, give up kid, extortion)

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