Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said thou not fuck with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a
Like cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke

Thou not fuck with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn
Carter, rap like I'm part of a cult
Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And choke, niggas

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

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

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

See, I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and
Coke distribute, be the ghosts visit
Where the demons live, my scene is vivid

Squeamish kids, get the fuck outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a
I seen and live it, I did things, I admit it
Wasn't of it but I was a child, fuck it

Kept a pow tucked in a brown
sit down, big gun kept stickin' my pelvis
Shit, it was either that or be wit Elvis
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you X

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

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

Hova ya heard?
Who fuck wit him?