Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Turn Around

I only fuck wit those, who fuck wit me
A sucka 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 your life, stepping wrong, I'm on
Best to leave me alone, best to go make cheese
come in all shapes, forms, sizes, colors
Could be your best friend, cousin or

I rob 'em all, just to see who got the fattest
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 pockets was 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 made a up, had a trick wit me

Dont 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)

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

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

Nigga starting in his hood 'bout the robbery
Wasn't long 'fore somebody dropped the dime on me
I'ma be the one they get to, they picked 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 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 that he was so
I squeezed on the trigga with the gun to his

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)

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

Lay it on the
(Knowing your 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, and the Feds
Stepped out of Westwood, way out of the
On the other side of town, I can hide

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

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

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