Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah...
Time to let niggaz know Son
Niggaz even wanna motherfuckin understand
KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the degree
you know the QBC, here 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 ain't got no on me
I it strong, while you scream word 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 that I'm in
You walk a line thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin 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 four time Ford truck with
like the motion picture, this nigga With the Wind
My crime work, ninja shit was did
And got with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you the boss
of the Mobb killing, is an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, all history
amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never it's always something
No rest, gotta rock my vest
I at your best man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got struck down
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps
heavy load my military hold
Far from animation, it's real live, you not
My crew, New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on, your whole click, Island
Running the hoe-house wilding, extorting

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

Two: Havoc, Method]

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

I yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle, before 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 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 goods like a grocery, we
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the
Slide on ya gators, umped that stank bitch back out
and played her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, New York and
Shaolin talkin, rap nigga
Mr. crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don't a fuck
If the crew get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion)

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