Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

That's why I squeeze first, ask last
That's how most of these so called gangstas
I squeeze first, ask questions
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, ya with pound
Not the handshake but the kind make ya demand a wake
The that put land over your face

I pop ya, let stitch ya
I N F R A will not ya
I move like my shoes too tight
Leave confused from the day to the night

At night, see the light, the pistol's sparkin'
Daytime it gets dark that pistol barkin'
I keep cash 'case cops me
'Case kidnap me, kids could get back me
You repent '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 Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke,

That's why I squeeze first, ask questions
That's how most of these so called gangstas
Squeeze first, ask 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 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 thousand deaths Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a
Like Cuban 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
first, ask questions last
'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, why I'm livin' today
(Y'all understand)

I said 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 cigar 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Y'all choke,

I first, ask questions last
'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, why I'm livin' today

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

Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta this
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 either that or be livin' wit
is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X

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

I was out the door, full of raw, a outlaw mentality
Men do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike
Damn, B.I.G. woulda proud of me
Ahh, man

Young Hova ya
Who could wit him?