Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Turn Around

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

A of your life, stepping wrong, I'm on trees
Best to leave me alone, best to go make cheese
Enemies come in all shapes, forms, sizes,
be your 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 '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

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

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

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

Lay it on the
(Knowing your pockets fat)
'Fore I buck you
(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 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
down 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
Fuck that got to do witchu? Hold up, I your bitch, man

I heard you been your muh'fucking 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 with the gun to his forehead

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)

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

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

Blew the top out his skull, now they want me
All the in his hood, police and the Feds
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 them by
Robbing other day, drops in off my nig
They found my whereabouts, 'bouts to do me in
in the front door and I was in the den

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

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