Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Turn Around

I only fuck wit those, who fuck wit me
A sucka for games, a man play for keeps
I keeps me a nine millimeter just in
A cowards in my face, these bullets, he gon'

A of your life, stepping wrong, I'm on trees
Best to leave me alone, best to go make cheese
Enemies come in all shapes, forms, sizes,
Could be best friend, cousin or brothers

I rob 'em all, to see who got the fattest stack
Walked in the bank, put the loot in the Kroger
on the guard four times 'fore he passed out
Eyes on the and my pockets was assed out

Had on a coat, wig and some goggles
Ifn you resist, you may not see
Im in there, there, the police couldn't get me
But I made a up, had a trick wit me

Dont around
(Give me the cheese, trick)
make a sound
(Show me them keys at)

Lay it on the
(Knowing your pockets fat)
'Fore I you down
(And Im to do that)

Dont turn
(Give me the cheese, trick)
Dont make a
(Show me them keys at)

Lay it on the
(Knowing that your fat)
I buck you down
(And Im to do that)

Nigga starting bragging in his hood 'bout the
Wasn't long then somebody dropped the dime on me
be the one they cant get to, they picked the boy up
Run his just like a fool, he gon get me fucked up

But, I'ma to get to him before the police do
Caught up with him night and day, not him and his
down Chelsie Ave., kinda in the evening
For this death, dawg, I was fiending

He was looking at me strange, like I'ma
I done hopped out with the thang, lemme holla
Foo, where you been, My momma got sick, man
Fuck that got to do witchu? Hold up, I aint bitch, man

I heard you been talking your muh'fucking loose
(Nah, it aint that, dawg, I aint no damn fool)
in his eyes, I could see that he was so scared
I squeezed on the trigga the gun to his forehead

turn around
(Give me the cheese, trick)
Dont a sound
(Show me where keys at)

Lay it on the
(Knowing that pockets fat)
I buck you down
(And Im to do that)

Dont turn
(Give me the cheese, trick)
Dont make a
(Show me where them at)

Lay it on the
(Knowing that pockets fat)
I buck you down
(And Im to do that)

Blew the top out his skull, now they want me
All the in his hood, police and the Feds
out of Westwood, way out of the side
On the other side of town, I can hide

I done threw my life away, by them by pigs
Robbing other day, drops in off my nig
They done found my whereabouts, to do me in
Kicking in the door and I was in the den

SK was under the couch, it off the wham
Open fire on them hoes, I didn't a damn
Blood stream was full of dope, pump off leaf
Feds had me under a and an infrared beam

Rifle bullet my throat, choking, hit tha flo
Gunpowder in my mouth, Heaven's door
Street life done took me out and that shit fake
I done fuck myself off 'cause I a mistake