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
Yeah you the QBC, here to drop a G
Yo...

[Verse Havoc, Prodigy]

into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise
Especially me,
Don't want 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 teeth swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go a wake in this
Hit you up quick strictly that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious you sin
Fuckin the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot at your 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 work, ninja style shit was did
And got with, escaped 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, all history
Madness amongst me, I have to get lovely
Never fails it's something
No rest, daily rock my vest
I shoot at best man yeah your MVP
He the front line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the as it slaps when
heavy load my military ammunition
Far from animation, real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who your spot
I put the green on, your whole click, Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding,

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

[Verse Havoc, Method]

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

I yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six shits
You fuckin with, top
to the bone gristle
It don't if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar you ain't heard of me
Just the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we
On top of we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the
on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out
and played her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap
Mr. crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don't a fuck
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 I'm eyin you, punk
Wanna pop the most
Be the same motherfucker with the lumps
Chew on that
Punk (word up)
Burn his ass a book of matches
[Yeah, that's just it]
Under like fat bitches..