Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Turn Around

I only fuck wit those, who only wit me
A play 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 of your life, stepping wrong, I'm on trees
Best to leave me alone, to go make some cheese
Enemies come in all shapes, forms, sizes,
Could be your best friend, 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
on the blow and my pockets was assed 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 turn
(Give me the cheese, trick)
make a sound
(Show me them keys at)

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

Nigga bragging in his hood 'bout the robbery
long then 'fore somebody dropped the dime on me
I'ma be the one they cant get to, picked the boy up
Run his mouth just a fool, he gon get me fucked up

But, I'ma have to get to him before the do
Caught up with him and day, not him and his crew
Sprang down 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, where you been, My momma got sick, man
Fuck that got to do witchu? up, I aint your bitch, man

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

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

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

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

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

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

I threw my life 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 door and I was in the den

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

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