Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

One: Havoc, Prodigy]

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click
me, H-A-V-O-C
Don't want your chick, she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no on me
I keep it strong, while you scream is bond
Lying through your teeth on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in
Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious you sin
Fuckin the Mobb, Infamous 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, pull off like the 5 G
In a four time truck with Speed
like the motion picture, this Gone With the Wind
My crime work, ninja shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes tracing
that lead to the source, you know the boss
of the Mobb killing, is like an Mystery
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get
Never fails always something
No rest, daily rock my vest
I at your best man yeah your MVP
He played the front line got down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it when
heavy load my hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking your
I put the green light on, your whole click, shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding,

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

Two: Havoc, Method]

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

I yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution you enter
Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You with, top contenders
Official to the bone
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust
Remember me, burn a to a third degree
Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how it's to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the
on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out
and then played her, but ain't nothin
this dog walkin, native 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, that up kid, extortion)

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