Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

[Verse Havoc, Prodigy]

Look into the eyes, True Lies, whole click despise
Especially me,
want your chick, 'cause she's 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 on your first born
Your word is weak, go a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly that I'm livin in
You a line that's thin, you religious well you sin
with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot
Red dot right at face, so set sail or rock it
And drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a time Ford truck with Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the
My crime work, ninja 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 an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently to get lovely
Never fails always something
No rest, daily gotta rock my
I shoot at your man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got down immediately
I wave a Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live, you not
My crew, changing New York, who taking spot
I put the light on, your whole click, Island shit
through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

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

[Verse Two: Havoc,

Extortion is the key I got the key for
Spend your fortune, dead shorty like abortion
precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid it then divorce it
Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic
If you scared get a dog don't got a click recruit
You're troop, lost 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 rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin with, top
Official to the gristle
It matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third
act familiar motherfuckers you ain't 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 we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin
drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank back out
and then played her, but ain't nothin
Crossin dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze shiver
What? Young, black, and don't give a
If the next get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, give up kid, extortion)

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