Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

Yo, when I ya, I heat ya down
When I ya, meet ya with pound
Not the but the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over face

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

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

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 cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke,

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, pop, that's why I'm livin' today

I said thou shalt not fuck raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker I'm hard to smoke

Thou shalt not with raw me or he
Face a thousand from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I'm of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm to smoke
And y'all choke,

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

I said shalt not fuck with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a
Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Y'all choke,

I squeeze first, ask questions
when I pull 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 post and
distribute, be where the ghosts visit
Where the demons live, shit my is vivid

Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta this
about 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 in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down, big gun stickin' my pelvis
Shit, it was either that or be wit Elvis
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you X

Wanted to tell God I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I less
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, full of raw, a outlaw mentality
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 fuck wit