Luyện nghe bài hát Extortion

Yeah...
Time to let these know Son
Niggaz don't even motherfuckin understand
KnowhatI'msayin? to hit em with the third degree
Yeah you know the QBC, here to a G
Yo...

[Verse One: Havoc,

Look into the eyes, Lies, your whole click despise
Especially me,
Don't your chick, 'cause she's burning third degree
Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no on me
I keep it strong, while you scream is bond
Lying your teeth swearing on your first born
Your word is weak, go a wake in this
Hit you up strictly shit that I'm livin in
You walk a line that's thin, you well 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 sail or it
And kept drivin, off like the Indy 5 G
In a four time truck with Speed
like the motion picture, this nigga Gone the Wind
My crime work, style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes tracing
Anything that lead to the source, you know the
of the killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery
Puzzling, nobody knows, all history
Madness amongst me, I have to get lovely
Never fails it's always
No rest, daily gotta my vest
I shoot at best man yeah your MVP
He the front line got struck down immediately
I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the as it slaps when
heavy my military hold ammunition
Far animation, it's real live, you think not
My crew, changing New York, who taking spot
I put the green light on, your click, Island shit
through the hoe-house wilding, extorting

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

Two: Havoc, Method]

Extortion is the key I got the key for
Spend fortune, dead your shorty like abortion
Take precaution, laws enforced in
You married to the Mobb, kid it then divorce it
I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes
If you scared get a dog don't got a then recruit
You're troop, lost the tan in the mist
On your name my shit, take it like a man you little

I yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry deadly shits
You with, top contenders
to the bone gristle
It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust
Remember me, a nigga to a third degree
Don't act familiar 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 hip-hoppin, and stoppin
drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank back out
and then her, but that ain't nothin
this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin talkin, rap nigga
Mr. crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don't a fuck
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 I'm eyin you, punk
Wanna pop the most
Be the same motherfucker with the lumps
Chew on that
Punk (word up)
Burn his ass a book of matches
[Yeah, that's just it]
Under pressure fat bitches..