Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

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

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

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

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

That's why I squeeze first, ask last
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

I said shalt 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

Thou shalt not with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn
Carter, rap harder 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 of these so called gangstas pass
Squeeze first, ask last
'Cuz when I up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today
(Y'all understand)

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

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

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

Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck this verse
It's about to get so 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 tell God that I don't deserve
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve
My was nervous, you haven't heard stress
Til you the cries of my mama, me givin' 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 do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Lowery
Damn, B.I.G. been proud of me
Ahh, man

Young Hova ya
Who could fuck wit