Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Turn Around

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

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

I rob 'em all, just to see who got the fattest
Walked in the bank, put the loot in the Kroger
Slapped on the four times 'fore he passed 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)
make a sound
(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 your pockets fat)
'Fore I you down
(And Im to do that)

Nigga starting bragging in his hood the robbery
Wasn't then 'fore somebody dropped the dime on me
I'ma be the one they cant get to, they 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 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, where you been, My momma got sick, man
that got to do witchu? Hold up, I aint your bitch, man

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

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

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

Blew the top out his skull, now they 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, somewhere I can

I done threw my life away, hunted by by pigs
Robbing other 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
stream was full of dope, pump off coca leaf
Feds had me under a and an infrared beam

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