Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Turn Around

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga starting bragging in his hood the robbery
long then 'fore somebody dropped the dime on me
I'ma be the one they cant get to, 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 Chelsie Ave., kinda in the evening
For this death, dawg, I was fiending

He was looking at me strange, like I'ma
I done 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 your muh'fucking lips loose
(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 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)

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 buck you
(And Im to do that)

the top out his skull, now they want me dead
All the niggas in his hood, police and the
Stepped out of Westwood, way out of the
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 found my whereabouts, to do me in
Kicking in the front 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 was full of dope, pump off coca leaf
had me under a scope and an infrared beam

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