Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

[Verse One: Havoc,

Look into the eyes, Lies, your whole click despise
Especially me,
Don't want your chick, 'cause she's burning degree
Plus you snitchin, you got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you word is bond
Lying your teeth swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a in this
Hit you up quick strictly shit 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 infa-spot
Red dot right at your face, so set or rock it
And drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford with Speed
the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind
My work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, it, the Jakes from tracing
Anything that to the source, you know the boss
of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently to get lovely
Never fails it's something
No rest, daily gotta rock my
I shoot at your best man yeah MVP
He the front line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you the sound 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 green on, your whole click, Island shit
Running the hoe-house wilding, extorting

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

[Verse Two: Havoc,

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

I yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly
You with, top contenders
Official to the bone
It matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third
Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't of me
peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed 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 talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze 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 same time I'm you, punk
Wanna pop the junk
Be the same motherfucker with the lumps
Chew on that
faggot (word up)
Burn his ass like a of matches
[Yeah, that's just it]
Under pressure fat bitches..