Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Turn Around

I only wit those, who only fuck wit me
A sucka for games, a man play for keeps
I keeps me a millimeter just in case
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 some
Enemies in all shapes, forms, sizes, colors
Could be best friend, cousin or brothers

I rob 'em all, just to see who got the stack
Walked in the bank, put the loot in the sack
Slapped on the guard four times he passed out
Eyes on the blow and my was assed out

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga starting in his hood 'bout the robbery
long then 'fore somebody dropped the dime on me
I'ma be the one they get to, they 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
Caught up with him night and day, not him and his
Sprang down Ave., kinda in the evening
For this muh'fuckas death, dawg, I was

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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