Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

That's why I squeeze first, ask questions
how most of these so called gangstas pass
I squeeze first, ask last
'Cuz when I up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today

Yo, when I ya, I heat ya down
When I ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake but the kind that make ya demand a
The kind that put land your face

I pop ya, let stitch ya
I N F R A not miss ya
I move light my shoes too tight
Leave niggas from the day to the night

At night, see the light, when the pistol's
Daytime it gets when that pistol barkin'
I keep cash cops arrest me
'Case kidnap me, kids could get back me
You repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not, you somebody up to sin

Thou shalt not fuck raw me or he
Face a thousand from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a
Like cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And choke, motherfuckers

That's why I squeeze first, ask last
That's how of these so called gangstas pass
Squeeze first, ask last
'Cuz when I up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today

I thou shalt not fuck with raw me or he
a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker I'm hard to smoke

shalt not fuck with raw me or he
Face a deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke,

why I squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how of these so called gangstas pass
Squeeze first, ask questions
'Cuz I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today
(Y'all understand)

I thou shalt not fuck with raw me or he
a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm of a cult
Like Cuban maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
choke, niggas

I squeeze first, ask questions
'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm today

See, when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a
I'm a player for real, I and pivot
distribute, be where the ghosts visit
Where the demons live, shit my is vivid

Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck this verse
about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and it, I did some things, I admit it
proud of it but I was a child, fuck it

Kept a pow in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin' my
Shit, it was either or be livin' wit Elvis
Niggas is jealous, is hot, you heard X

Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve
My was nervous, you haven't heard stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin' her
Told her I ain't promised tomorrow, gotta for the day
And she could say Jay

I was out the door, full of raw, a outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men
Bad Boy, not Puff or Lowery
Damn, B.I.G. woulda been of me
Ahh, man

Young Hova ya
Who could fuck wit