Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya
When I greet ya, ya with pound
Not the handshake but the kind that make ya a wake
The kind that put land your 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 from the day to the

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

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

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

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

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

why I squeeze 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 today
(Y'all understand)

I thou 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 'cept I'm hard to
Y'all choke,

I first, ask questions last
'Cuz when I 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
distribute, be where the ghosts visit
Where the demons live, shit my is vivid

kids, y'all get the fuck outta 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 my pelvis
Shit, it was either that or be wit Elvis
Niggas is jealous, is hot, you heard X

Wanted to God that I don't deserve this
Was afraid that tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you heard stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me her drama
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 do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike
Damn, B.I.G. woulda been of me
Ahh, man

Young ya heard?
Who could fuck wit