Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

I pop ya, let stitch 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 pistol
I keep 'case cops arrest me
'Case kids kidnap me, kids could get me
You shall 'fore you spend a red cent
If not, you somebody up to sin

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

That's why I squeeze first, ask questions
That's how most of these so called gangstas
Squeeze first, ask questions
'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 like I'm part of a
Like Cuban cigar 'cept I'm hard to smoke

shalt not fuck with 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 most of these so called gangstas
Squeeze first, ask last
'Cuz when I pull up, 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 I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker I'm hard to smoke
choke, niggas

I squeeze first, ask questions
'Cuz when I pull up, 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, my scene is vivid

Squeamish kids, get the fuck outta this verse
about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it, I did things, I admit it
proud of it but I was a child, fuck it

Kept a pow tucked in a belt
Couldn't sit down, big gun stickin' 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 he'd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you haven't 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 mentality
Men gotta do men things for men
Bad Boy, not Puff or Lowery
Damn, B.I.G. woulda proud of me
Ahh, man

Hova ya heard?
Who could wit him?