Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Turn Around

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

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

I rob 'em all, to see who got the fattest stack
in the bank, put the loot in the Kroger sack
Slapped on the guard four times 'fore he 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, there, the police couldn't get me
But I a slip 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)

turn around
(Give me the cheese, trick)
Dont a sound
(Show me where keys 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 'fore somebody dropped the on me
I'ma be the one cant get to, they picked the boy up
Run his mouth just like a fool, he gon get me 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 looking at me strange, like catcha
I done hopped out the thang, lemme holla atcha
Foo, you been, dog? My momma got sick, man
Fuck that got to do witchu? Hold up, I your bitch, man

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

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

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

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

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

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

I done threw my life away, hunted by by pigs
Robbing every other day, in off my nig
They done my whereabouts, 'bouts to do me in
in the front door and I was in the den

SK was the couch, snatch it off the wham
fire 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 beam

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