Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

That's why I 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, I meet ya, I heat ya down
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 doctors ya
I N F R A not miss ya
I move light my shoes too tight
Leave niggas confused the day to the night

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

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

That's why I squeeze first, ask last
That's how most of these so called pass
Squeeze first, ask 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 I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar '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 maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And choke, niggas

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

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

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

See, I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and
Coke distribute, be the ghosts 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 and live it, I did some things, I admit it
Wasn't proud of it but I was a child, it

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

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

I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw
Men do men things 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?