Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

[Verse One: Havoc,

Look into the eyes, True Lies, whole click despise
Especially me,
want your chick, 'cause she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on first born
Your 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
with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot at your face, so set sail or rock it
And drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a time Ford truck with Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the
My crime work, ninja style was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from
Anything that to the source, you know the boss
of the Mobb killing, is an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I have to get lovely
fails it's always something
No rest, daily gotta my vest
I at your best man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the as it slaps when
heavy my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your
I put the light on, your whole click, Island shit
Running the hoe-house wilding, extorting

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

[Verse Two: Havoc,

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

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you
The hand rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You with, top contenders
Official to the gristle
It don't if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't 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 that we hip-hoppin, and don't
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the
on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out
and played her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap
Mr. crowd shiver
Young, black, and don't give a fuck
If the crew get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, give up kid, extortion)

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