Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Turn Around

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

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 your best friend, cousin or

I rob 'em all, just to see who got the stack
Walked in the bank, put the in the Kroger sack
Slapped on the guard four '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, outta there, the couldn't get me
But I made a slip up, had a wit me

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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the top out his skull, now they want me dead
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 threw my life away, hunted by them by pigs
Robbing every other day, in off my nig
They done my whereabouts, 'bouts to do me in
Kicking in the door and I was in the den

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

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