Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

One: Havoc, Prodigy]

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

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

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

Two: Havoc, Method]

Extortion is the key I got the key for
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like
Take precaution, Infamous laws in
You married to the Mobb, kid it then divorce it
Cause I ain't got no time for domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a then recruit
You're troop, lost the tan in the mist
On name 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, thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin with, top
Official to the bone
It don't matter if you bust or bust pistols
me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar motherfuckers you heard of me
Just the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the 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 that stank bitch out
and then played her, but that nothin
Crossin dog walkin, native New York and
slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd
Young, black, and don't give 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 time I'm eyin you, punk
pop the most junk
Be the same motherfucker the most lumps
on that shit
Punk (word up)
his ass like a book of matches
[Yeah, just about it]
Under like fat bitches..