Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

[Verse Havoc, Prodigy]

Look into the eyes, Lies, your whole click despise
me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick, 'cause she's burning third
you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you scream is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on your first
word is weak, go hold a wake 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
like the motion picture, this nigga With the Wind
My crime work, ninja shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the from tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you know the
of the Mobb killing, is an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never it's always something
No rest, daily gotta my vest
I shoot at your best man yeah MVP
He played the front line got down immediately
I wave a Mobb flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my hold ammunition
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 through the hoe-house wilding,

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

[Verse Two: Havoc,

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

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you
The hand that the cradle, caution before you enter
This representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
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
Just the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and stoppin
drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank back out
and then played her, but that ain't
Crossin dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd
What? Young, black, and don't a fuck
If the crew get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion)

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