Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

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

I pop ya, let doctors ya
I N F R A will not ya
I move light my shoes too tight
Leave niggas confused from the day to the

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 'fore you spend a red cent
If not, you up close to sin

shalt not fuck with 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,

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

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

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

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

I said thou shalt not with raw me or he
a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap like 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, that's why I'm today

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

Squeamish kids, get the fuck outta this verse
It's to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it, I did some things, I 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 that or be wit Elvis
is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X

Wanted to tell God that I don't this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve
My life was nervous, you heard stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin' her
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 mentality
Men gotta do men things for men
Bad Boy, not Puff or Lowery
Damn, B.I.G. been proud of me
Ahh, man

Young ya heard?
Who could fuck wit