Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

Yo, when I ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya pound
Not the handshake but the that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land your 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, the pistol's sparkin'
Daytime it gets when that pistol barkin'
I keep cash 'case 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

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

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

I said 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 maker I'm hard to smoke

Thou shalt not with raw me or he
a thousand deaths 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 called gangstas
Squeeze first, ask last
'Cuz I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today
(Y'all understand)

I said thou shalt not fuck 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
Y'all choke,

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

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

Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck this verse
It's about to get so in a minute
I seen and it, I did some things, I admit it
Wasn't 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 or be livin' wit Elvis
is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X

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

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

Young ya heard?
Who could wit him?