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

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

I pop ya, let doctors ya
I N F R A not miss 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 gets dark when that barkin'
I keep cash 'case arrest me
'Case kids 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 from 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 squeeze first, ask last
That's how most of these so gangstas pass
first, ask questions last
'Cuz when I pull up, pop, that's why I'm livin' today

I said thou shalt not fuck raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Correy
Carter, rap like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke

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

That's why I first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas
Squeeze first, ask 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 deaths Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to
Y'all choke,

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

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

Squeamish kids, y'all get the outta this verse
It's 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 in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin' my
Shit, it was that or be livin' wit Elvis
Niggas is jealous, is hot, you heard X

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

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

Young Hova ya
Who could wit him?