Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

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

I pop ya, let doctors ya
I N F R A will not ya
I move light like my shoes too
Leave 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, kids get back me
You shall repent you spend a red cent
If not, you somebody up to sin

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

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

I said thou shalt not with raw me or he
Face a thousand from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke

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 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 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 from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap like I'm part of a cult
Like cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Y'all choke,

I first, ask questions last
'Cuz 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 player for real, I and pivot
distribute, be where the ghosts visit
Where the demons live, shit my scene is

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

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

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

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

Young ya heard?
Who could wit him?