Luyện nghe bài hát Squeeze 1st

William H.,
Holla, yeah, yo

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

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

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

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

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

That's why I squeeze first, ask questions
That's how most of these so gangstas pass
Squeeze first, ask 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 deaths from Mr. Shawn
Carter, rap harder I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke

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

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

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

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 in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and
Coke distribute, be where the ghosts
Where the demons live, shit my scene is

Squeamish kids, y'all get the outta this 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 in a brown belt
sit down, big gun kept stickin' my pelvis
Shit, it was that or be livin' wit Elvis
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you X

Wanted to God that I don't deserve this
Was that he'd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you heard stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me her drama
Told her I ain't promised tomorrow, live for the day
And she could 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. woulda proud of me
Ahh, man

Young ya heard?
Who fuck wit him?