Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

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

Look into the eyes, lies', your whole click despise
Especially me, H A V O C, want your chick
'Cuz she's burning degree, plus you snitchin', you ain't got
No ties on me, I keep it strong, while you word is bond

Lying your teeth, swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go hold a wake in
Hit you up quick strictly that I'm livin' in
You walk a line thin, you religious, well you sin
Fuckin' with the Mobb, to the end

I hold a Ruger with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your face, so set 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 'Gone the wind'
My work, ninja style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from
Anything that lead to the source, you the boss

Of the Mobb killing is like an mystery'
Puzzling, knows, it's all history
Madness amongst me, I have to get lovely
fails it's always something

No rest, daily gotta 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 military hold

Far from animation, it's live, you think not
My crew, New York, who taking your spot
I put the green light on whole click, Island shit
Running the hoe-house wilding, extorting

Extortion, hit up, extortion, hit that up

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

'Cause I got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared, get a dog, got a click then recruit
weak troop, lost the tan in the mist
On name 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 deadly shits
You fuckin' with, top

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

Just peep the and the rap how it's supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the like a grocery, we food-shoppin'
On top of that we and don't 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', crossin' this dog walkin'
Native New York and slang talkin', rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver, What? Young, black and don't give a
If the crew get the scissor

Extortion, extortion, that up kid, extortion

Bottom line, the fuck you wanna do?
You eyin' me, at the time I'm eyin' you, punk
Wanna pop the junk
Be the same motherfucker with the most

Chew on that shit, punk
(Word up)
his ass like a book of matches
(Yeah, that's just it)
Under like fat bitches