Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

[Verse One: Havoc,

Look into the eyes, Lies, your whole click despise
me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't your chick, 'cause she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no 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 strictly shit that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you well you sin
with the Mobb, Infamous 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, off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck Speed
like the picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind
My crime work, ninja style 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 Unsolved
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get
Never fails it's something
No rest, daily gotta my vest
I shoot at your man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got down immediately
I wave a Mobb flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my military hold
Far animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your
I put the light on, your whole click, Island shit
Running the hoe-house 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 shorty like abortion
precaution, Infamous laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then 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 weak troop, lost the tan in the
On name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you
The hand rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin with, top
to the bone gristle
It don't if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a degree
Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't of me
Just peep the and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the bag the goods 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 stank bitch back out
and then played her, but that ain't
this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin talkin, rap nigga
Mr. crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don't a fuck
If the next get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, give 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 with the most lumps
Chew on that
faggot (word up)
Burn his ass a book of matches
[Yeah, just about it]
Under pressure fat bitches..