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

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

I pop ya, let doctors ya
I N F R A not miss ya
I move light like my too tight
Leave niggas confused from the day to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said shalt not fuck with raw me or he
Face a thousand from Mr. Shawn 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 last
when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today

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

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

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

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

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

Young ya heard?
Who fuck wit him?