Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Turn Around

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga bragging in his hood 'bout the robbery
Wasn't long then 'fore 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 have to get to him the police do
Caught up with him night and day, not him and his
Sprang down Chelsie Ave., kinda in the
For this muh'fuckas death, dawg, I was

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I done threw my life away, hunted by them by
Robbing every day, drops in off my nig
done found my whereabouts, 'bouts to do me in
Kicking in the front and I was in the den

SK was under the couch, snatch it off the
Open fire on hoes, I didn't give a damn
Blood stream was of dope, pump off coca leaf
Feds had me under a scope and an infrared

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