Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

That's why I squeeze first, ask last
That's how most of these so gangstas pass
I first, ask questions 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, meet ya with
Not the handshake but the kind that make ya a wake
The kind that put land your face

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

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

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

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

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

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

I squeeze first, ask last
'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, 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
Coke distribute, be where the ghosts
Where the demons live, shit my is vivid

Squeamish kids, y'all get the outta this verse
about to get so obscene 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 kept stickin' my
Shit, it was either that or be livin' wit
is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X

Wanted to tell God I don't 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 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. been proud of me
Ahh, man

Hova ya heard?
Who could wit him?