Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

One: Havoc, Prodigy]

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click
Especially me,
Don't want your chick, 'cause she's burning third
Plus you snitchin, you got no ties on me
I keep it strong, while you scream is bond
Lying through teeth swearing on your first born
Your is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up quick shit 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 disc
Red dot right at your face, so set sail or 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, escaped it, the Jakes from
Anything that lead to the source, you the boss
of the Mobb killing, is like an Mystery
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's always
No rest, gotta rock my vest
I shoot at your man yeah your MVP
He played the line got struck down immediately
I wave a Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my military ammunition
Far from animation, real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your
I put the green light on, your whole click, Island
through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

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

[Verse 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 take it divorce it
Cause I ain't got no time for them disputes
If you get a dog don't got a click then recruit
You're weak troop, the tan in the mist
On your my shit, take it like a man you little bitch

I yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle, before you enter
This representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin with, top
Official to the bone
It don't matter if you bust or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a to a third degree
Don't act motherfuckers you ain't heard of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods a grocery, we food-shoppin
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't
drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya gators, umped that stank bitch back out
and played her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, native New and
Shaolin talkin, rap nigga
Mr. crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and give a fuck
If the crew get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion)

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