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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said shalt not fuck 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 I'm hard to smoke
Y'all choke,

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

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

Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck this verse
It's to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it, I did some things, I it
proud of it but I was a child, fuck it

Kept a pow tucked in a brown
sit down, big gun kept stickin' my pelvis
Shit, it was either that or be 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 haven't stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me her drama
her I ain't promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
And before she say Jay

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

Hova ya heard?
Who could wit him?