Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

[Verse Havoc, Prodigy]

Look into the eyes, True Lies, whole click despise
me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want chick, 'cause she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no on me
I it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lying through your teeth swearing on first born
Your word is weak, go hold a in this
Hit you up strictly shit that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, to the end

I a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot at your face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin, off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga With the Wind
My work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes tracing
Anything 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 frequently have to get
Never fails it's something
No rest, gotta rock my vest
I shoot at your best man your MVP
He played the line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the 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, your click, Island shit
through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

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

Two: Havoc, Method]

Extortion is the key I got the key for
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty abortion
Take precaution, Infamous enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid it then divorce it
Cause I got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a then recruit
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the
On your name my shit, it like a man you little bitch

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you
The hand that rocks the cradle, before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly
You with, top contenders
Official to the bone
It don't matter if you rhymes or bust pistols
me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar you ain't heard of me
Just peep the 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 don't
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the
Slide on ya like gators, that stank bitch back out
and then played her, but that nothin
this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap
Mr. Freeze shiver
Young, black, and don't give 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 time I'm eyin you,
pop the most junk
Be the motherfucker with the most lumps
Chew on shit
faggot (word up)
Burn his ass like a book of
[Yeah, that's just it]
Under like fat bitches..