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 gangstas
I first, ask questions last
'Cuz when I up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today

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

I pop ya, let stitch ya
I N F R A will not ya
I move light like my too tight
Leave niggas from the day to the night

At night, see the light, the pistol's sparkin'
Daytime it dark when that pistol barkin'
I keep cash 'case cops 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 shalt not fuck raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn
Carter, rap like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker I'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke,

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

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

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

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

I thou shalt not fuck with raw me or he
Face a thousand from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm to smoke
Y'all choke,

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

See, when I'm low in digits, I push 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 obscene in a
I seen and it, I did some things, I admit it
Wasn't proud of it but I was a child, it

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

Wanted to tell God that I deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I less
My life was nervous, you heard stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me her drama
Told her I promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
And she could say Jay

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

Hova ya heard?
Who could wit him?