Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

[Verse One: Havoc,

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your 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 it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on your born
Your is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick shit that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you well you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, to the end

I a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set or rock it
And kept drivin, pull off like the 5 G
In a four time Ford with Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the
My work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from
Anything lead to the source, you know the boss
of the Mobb killing, is an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails always something
No rest, daily gotta my vest
I at your best man yeah your MVP
He the front line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it when
heavy load my military ammunition
Far from animation, real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who your spot
I put the green on, your whole click, Island shit
Running through the wilding, extorting

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

Two: Havoc, Method]

Extortion is the key I got the key for
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 disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a then recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the
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 Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly
You with, top contenders
Official to the gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust
Remember me, burn a nigga to a degree
act familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how supposed to be
Tap the bag the goods like 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 bitch out
and then played her, but that ain't
Crossin this dog walkin, New York and
slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd
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 eyin me, at the same time I'm you, punk
pop the most junk
Be the same motherfucker with the lumps
Chew on that
Punk (word up)
Burn his ass like a book of
[Yeah, that's just it]
Under pressure fat bitches..