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 just in case
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
Enemies come in all shapes, forms, sizes,
Could be your best friend, cousin or

I rob 'em all, just to see who got the stack
Walked in the bank, put the loot in the Kroger
Slapped on the guard four times 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 made a up, had a trick wit me

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

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

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 buck you
(And Im to do that)

starting bragging in his hood 'bout the robbery
Wasn't long then 'fore somebody the dime on me
I'ma be the one they cant get to, they the boy up
Run his just 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
down Chelsie Ave., kinda in the evening
For muh'fuckas death, dawg, I was fiending

He was looking at me strange, like I'ma
I hopped out with the thang, lemme holla atcha
Foo, where you been, My momma got sick, man
Fuck that got to do Hold up, I aint your bitch, man

I heard you been talking your muh'fucking lips
(Nah, it aint like that, dawg, I no damn fool)
Looking in his eyes, I see that he was so scared
I squeezed on the trigga 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 your 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 your fat)
'Fore I buck you
(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, I can hide

I done my life away, hunted by them by pigs
Robbing every other day, in off my nig
They 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 them hoes, I give a damn
Blood stream was full of dope, off coca leaf
Feds had me under a and an infrared beam

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