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 just in
A cowards in my face, bullets, he gon' taste

A waste of life, stepping wrong, I'm on trees
Best to me alone, best to go make some cheese
Enemies come in all shapes, forms, sizes,
Could be your best friend, 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 'fore he out
Eyes on the and my pockets was assed 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 made a up, had a trick wit me

Dont turn
(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)

Dont 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)

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

But, I'ma have to get to him the police do
Caught up him night and day, not him and his crew
Sprang Chelsie Ave., kinda in the evening
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, you been, dog? My momma got sick, man
that got to do witchu? Hold up, I aint your bitch, man

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

Dont turn
(Give me the cheese, trick)
Dont a sound
(Show me them keys 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 a sound
(Show me where them 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 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 my life away, hunted by them by pigs
Robbing every day, drops 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 under the couch, snatch it off the
Open on them hoes, I didn't give a damn
Blood stream was full of dope, pump off leaf
Feds had me under a scope and an infrared

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