Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah...
Time to let these niggaz Son
Niggaz even wanna motherfuckin understand
KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the degree
Yeah you know the QBC, here to a G
Yo...

One: Havoc, Prodigy]

Look into the eyes, True Lies, whole click despise
Especially me,
Don't want your chick, she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no on me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is
Lying your teeth swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in
Hit you up quick strictly that I'm livin in
You walk a line thin, you religious well you sin
with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

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

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

Two: Havoc, Method]

Extortion is the key I got the key for
Spend your fortune, dead your like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws 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 weak troop, the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it a man you little bitch

I yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you
This Shaolin representer, thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin with, top
Official to the gristle
It don't matter if you bust or bust pistols
Remember me, a nigga to a third degree
act familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how it's to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the
Slide on ya like gators, umped that bitch back out
and played her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin dog walkin, native New York and
slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze shiver
What? Young, black, and give a fuck
If the crew get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion)

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