Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

One: 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 got no ties on me
I it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lying through teeth swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a in this
Hit you up quick shit that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you religious you sin
Fuckin the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a nine Ruger, an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set or rock it
And drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time Ford with Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga With the Wind
My crime work, style shit was did
And got away with, it, the Jakes from tracing
Anything that to the source, you know the boss
of the killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all
amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely
Never fails it's something
No rest, daily gotta rock my
I shoot at your best man your MVP
He played the front line got struck down
I wave a Mobb flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when
heavy load my hold ammunition
Far from animation, it's real live, you not
My crew, New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on, whole click, Island shit
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, your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, Infamous laws in
You married to the Mobb, kid take it then it
Cause I ain't got no time for domestic disputes
If you get a dog don't got a click 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
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six shits
You fuckin with, top
to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or pistols
Remember me, burn a to a third 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 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 her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, New York and
slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze shiver
Young, black, and don't give a fuck
If the next get the scissor...

(Extortion, extortion, give up kid, extortion)

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