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 just in case
A cowards in my face, these bullets, he 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, just to see who got the fattest
Walked in the bank, put the loot in the Kroger
Slapped on the guard times 'fore he passed out
Eyes on the and my pockets was assed out

Had on a coat, wig and some goggles
Ifn you resist, you may not see
Im in there, there, the police couldn't get me
But I made a up, had a trick wit me

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

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

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

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

starting bragging in his hood 'bout the robbery
Wasn't then 'fore somebody dropped the dime on me
I'ma be the one they get to, they picked the boy up
Run his mouth like a fool, he gon get me fucked up

But, I'ma to get to him before the police do
Caught up with him night and day, not him and his
Sprang down Chelsie Ave., 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 got to do witchu? Hold up, I aint your bitch, man

I heard you been talking your muh'fucking loose
(Nah, it like 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 turn
(Give me the cheese, trick)
Dont make a
(Show me where them at)

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

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

I done threw my away, hunted by them by pigs
Robbing every other day, 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 on them hoes, I didn't give a damn
Blood stream was full of dope, 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 shit fake
I done myself off 'cause I made a mistake