Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah, time to let niggaz know, son
Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin'
Know what I'm sayin'? Time to hit 'em with the degree
Yeah, you the QBC here to drop a G, yo

Look into the eyes, 'True lies', your whole despise
me, H A V O C, don't want your chick
'Cuz burning third degree, plus you snitchin', you ain't got
No ties 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 in this
Hit you up quick shit that I'm livin' in
You walk a that's thin, you religious, well you sin
Fuckin' the Mobb, Infamous to the end

I hold a Ruger with an infa-spot disc
Red dot at your face, so set sail or rock it
And kept drivin', off like the Indy 5 G
In a four Ford truck with Speed

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
Anything that lead to the source, you the boss

Of the killing is like an 'Unsolved mystery'
Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all
Madness amongst me, I frequently to get lovely
Never fails always something

No rest, daily gotta rock my vest, I shoot at your man
Yeah your MVP, he played the front line, got struck down
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 your spot
I put the green on your whole click, Island shit
through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

Extortion, hit up, extortion, hit that up

is the key, I got the key for extortion
Spend your fortune, your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, laws enforced in
You to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it

I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared, get a dog, don't got a click then
You're weak troop, lost the tan in the
On name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you
The that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly
You fuckin' with, top

Official to the gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third
act familiar, motherfuckers you ain't heard of me

Just peep the stee and the rap how supposed to be
Tap the bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin'
On top of that we and don't 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'
Native New York and Shaolin slang talkin', rap
Mr. Freeze shiver, What? Young, black and don't give a fuck
If the next get the scissor

Extortion, extortion, give up kid, extortion

Bottom line, what the you wanna do?
You eyin' me, at the same I'm eyin' you, punk
Wanna pop the most
Be the same motherfucker the most lumps

Chew on that shit, faggot
(Word up)
Burn his ass a book of matches
(Yeah, that's about it)
Under pressure fat bitches