Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya
When I greet ya, meet ya pound
Not the handshake but the kind that make ya a wake
The kind that put land over 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, when the pistol's
Daytime it dark when that pistol barkin'
I cash 'case cops arrest me
'Case kidnap me, kids could get back me
You shall 'fore you spend a red cent
If not, you up close 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 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And choke, motherfuckers

why I squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas
Squeeze first, ask last
when I pull 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 part of a
Like Cuban cigar 'cept I'm hard to smoke

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

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

I said 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 cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
choke, niggas

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

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

kids, y'all get the fuck outta this verse
It's about to get so in a minute
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 belt
Couldn't sit down, big gun kept my pelvis
Shit, it was either that or be livin' wit
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you X

Wanted to tell God that I don't this
Was afraid he'd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you haven't stress
Til you heard the of my mama, me givin' her drama
Told her I ain't promised tomorrow, gotta 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 Lowery
Damn, B.I.G. woulda been of me
Ahh, man

Young Hova ya
Who could wit him?