Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

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

I pop ya, let doctors ya
I N F R A not miss ya
I light like 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 pistol barkin'
I keep cash 'case arrest me
'Case kidnap me, kids could get back me
You shall repent you spend a red cent
If not, you somebody up to sin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kept a pow tucked in a brown
Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin' my
Shit, it was either that or be livin' wit
is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X

Wanted to tell God 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 of my mama, me givin' her drama
Told her I promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
And she could say Jay

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

Young Hova ya
Who fuck wit him?