Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

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

I pop ya, let doctors 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, the pistol's sparkin'
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol
I keep cash 'case arrest me
kids kidnap me, kids could get back me
You shall repent 'fore you spend a red
If not, you somebody up to sin

shalt not fuck with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths 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 squeeze first, ask last
That's how most of so called gangstas pass
Squeeze first, ask questions
'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. Correy
Carter, rap like I'm part of a cult
Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke

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

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

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

I first, ask questions last
when 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 and pivot
Coke distribute, be where the visit
Where the demons live, shit my scene is

Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta verse
It's about to get so obscene in a
I seen and live it, I did some things, I it
Wasn't proud of it but I was a child, it

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

Wanted to tell God that I don't this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I less
My was nervous, you haven't 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 outlaw
Men gotta do men things for men
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike
Damn, B.I.G. woulda been of me
Ahh, man

Young ya heard?
Who could wit him?