Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wanted to tell God that I deserve this
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 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 mentality
Men gotta do men for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike
Damn, B.I.G. been proud of me
Ahh, man

Young Hova ya
Who could wit him?