Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

One: Havoc, Prodigy]

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole despise
Especially me,
Don't want your chick, she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you scream word is
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 walk a line thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, to the end

I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot
Red dot right at your face, so set or rock it
And kept drivin, off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time truck with Speed
like the motion picture, nigga Gone With the Wind
My crime work, ninja shit was did
And got away with, it, the Jakes from tracing
Anything lead to the source, you know the boss
of the killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all
Madness me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's something
No rest, gotta rock my vest
I shoot at best man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got struck immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you the sound as it slaps when
load my military hold ammunition
Far from animation, real live, you think 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 that up, extortion, hit up)

[Verse Havoc, Method]

is the key I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like
Take precaution, Infamous 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 then recruit
weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your 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 matter if you rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a degree
Don't act motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
peep 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 don't
drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch out
and then played her, but that nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, native New and
slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. crowd shiver
Young, black, and don't give a fuck
If the crew 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,
Wanna pop the most
Be the same motherfucker with the lumps
on that shit
Punk (word up)
Burn his ass like a of matches
[Yeah, just about it]
pressure like fat bitches..