Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

Yo, when I ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, ya with pound
Not the handshake but the kind make ya demand 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, when the sparkin'
it gets dark when that pistol barkin'
I keep cash 'case arrest me
'Case kidnap me, kids could get back me
You shall repent 'fore you spend a red
If not, you up close to sin

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

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

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

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

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
(Y'all understand)

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

I squeeze first, ask last
'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 post and
Coke distribute, be the ghosts visit
Where the demons live, my scene is vivid

Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta verse
It's about to get so 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 stickin' my pelvis
Shit, it was that or be livin' wit Elvis
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you X

Wanted to tell God I don't deserve this
Was afraid that tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you haven't stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin' her
her I ain't promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
And she could say Jay

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

Hova ya heard?
Who could fuck wit