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 first, ask questions last
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, meet ya with
Not the handshake but the kind that make ya a wake
The kind put land over your face

I pop ya, let stitch ya
I N F R A not miss ya
I move light like my shoes too
Leave niggas confused from the day to the

At night, see the light, the pistol's sparkin'
Daytime it gets dark when that barkin'
I keep cash 'case cops me
'Case kids kidnap me, kids get back me
You repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not, you somebody up to sin

Thou shalt not with raw me or he
a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm of a cult
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 up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today

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

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

I said 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
choke, niggas

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

See, when I'm low in digits, I push in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I and pivot
Coke distribute, be where the ghosts
the demons live, shit my scene is vivid

Squeamish kids, y'all get the outta this verse
It's 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 that or be livin' wit Elvis
is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X

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

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

Young Hova ya
Who could wit him?