Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

[Verse Havoc, Prodigy]

into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise
Especially me,
Don't your chick, 'cause she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you 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 hold a in this
Hit you up strictly shit that I'm livin in
You walk a that's thin, you religious well you sin
with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a nine Ruger, with an disc
Red dot right at face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin, off like the Indy 5 G
In a time Ford truck with Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga With the Wind
My crime work, ninja style was did
And got with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing
Anything that to the source, you know the boss
of the Mobb killing, is an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all
Madness amongst me, I frequently to get lovely
fails it's always something
No rest, daily gotta my vest
I shoot at your best man your MVP
He the front line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps
heavy my military hold ammunition
Far animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, New York, who taking your spot
I put the green on, your whole click, Island shit
through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

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

[Verse Havoc, Method]

Extortion is the key I got the key for
Spend your fortune, dead shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then it
Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic
If you scared get a dog got a click then recruit
You're weak troop, 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 that rocks the cradle, caution before you
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly
You with, top contenders
Official to the gristle
It don't matter if you rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a to a third degree
Don't act familiar you ain't heard 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
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the
Slide on ya like gators, umped stank bitch back out
and played her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap
Mr. crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don't give a
If the next get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion)

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