Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah...
Time to let niggaz know Son
Niggaz don't wanna motherfuckin understand
KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em the third degree
Yeah you know the QBC, 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 your 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 your first
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in
Hit you up quick 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 drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford truck with
like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the
My work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the from tracing
that lead to the source, you know the boss
of the Mobb killing, is an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, all history
Madness amongst me, I frequently to get lovely
fails it's always something
No rest, daily gotta my vest
I at your best 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
load my military 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 click, Island shit
Running through the hoe-house wilding,

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

Two: Havoc, Method]

Extortion is the key I got the key for
Spend your fortune, your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then 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, lost the tan in the
On your my shit, take 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 representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You with, top contenders
Official to the bone
It don't if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a 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 bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and stoppin
drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators, umped stank bitch back out
and then played her, but that nothin
Crossin dog walkin, native New York and
slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don't give a
If the crew get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion)

line, what the fuck you wanna 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)
Burn his ass like a of matches
[Yeah, just about it]
pressure like fat bitches..