Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

One: Havoc, Prodigy]

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click
Especially me,
Don't want your chick, 'cause burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you word 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 that I'm in
You walk a that's thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, to the end

I hold a nine Ruger, with an disc
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or it
And drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four Ford truck with Speed
the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind
My crime work, style shit was did
And got away with, it, the Jakes from tracing
that lead to the source, you know the boss
of the Mobb killing, is like an Mystery
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
Madness me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never it's always something
No rest, daily gotta rock my
I shoot at your man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got struck down
I wave a Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my military ammunition
Far animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking spot
I put the green light on, whole click, Island shit
Running through the 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 your shorty like
Take precaution, laws enforced in
You to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it
Cause I ain't got no time for them disputes
If you scared get a dog got a click then recruit
You're troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your my shit, take it like a man you little bitch

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

(Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion)

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