Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah...
Time to let these niggaz Son
don't even 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, whole click despise
Especially me,
Don't your chick, 'cause she's burning third degree
you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me
I it strong, while you scream word is bond
Lying through teeth swearing on your first born
Your is weak, go hold a wake in this
Hit you up strictly shit that I'm livin in
You walk a that's thin, you religious well you sin
with the Mobb, Infamous to the end

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

Two: Havoc, Method]

Extortion is the key I got the key for
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 domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a click recruit
You're troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a man you little

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you
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 if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't of me
peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods a grocery, we food-shoppin
On top of we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the
Slide on ya like gators, umped that bitch back out
and then her, but that ain't nothin
Crossin dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin talkin, rap nigga
Mr. crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don't give a
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,
pop the most junk
Be the same motherfucker the most lumps
Chew on shit
Punk (word up)
Burn his ass like a book of
[Yeah, that's about it]
Under like fat bitches..