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 millimeter just in case
A cowards in my face, bullets, he gon' taste

A waste of life, stepping wrong, I'm on trees
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
Walked in the bank, put the in the Kroger sack
Slapped on the guard four 'fore he passed out
on the blow and my pockets was assed out

Had on a coat, wig and some 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)
make a sound
(Show me where keys at)

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

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

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

starting bragging 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 just like a fool, he gon get me fucked up

But, I'ma have to get to him before the do
up with him night and day, not him and his crew
Sprang down Chelsie Ave., kinda in the
For this death, dawg, I was fiending

He was at me strange, like I'ma catcha
I done hopped out with the thang, lemme holla
Foo, you been, dog? My momma got sick, man
Fuck that got to do witchu? Hold up, I aint bitch, man

I heard you been talking your muh'fucking lips
(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 trigga with the gun to his

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

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

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

I done threw my life away, hunted by them by
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 fire on them hoes, I give a damn
Blood stream was of dope, pump off coca leaf
Feds had me a scope and an infrared beam

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