Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last night took a trip to the corner store
rolling papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar
Cruised the for some chocolate and coconut water
When he burst in told the counter to open the
the piece to his teeth as he insisted
"If you know what's good for you, I think that you listen"
But he didn't, was resistant
That's when he the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store"
He turned and searched the store with frantic eyes
Of he locked on mine, I was the only one inside
Come on kid, it's to go for a ride
Flashed his piece and me and don't you be trying nothing
Tied and blildfolded threw me in the
Stunk of gasoline and cigarette butts
I'm thinking "fuck man, man, this is just my luck"
My stomach telling me be my last one
Think to myself the hell I could have done
Should run
Yeah I bet it a loaded gun
Breathing speeding up over 70
Settled on meat, don't even believe in heaven, B
Then 20 minutes at least, when screech
Oh please, police, but my hope has weak
the trunk, "get up," he tells me
Walk a paces then throws me to my knees

[Hook - ZZ
I ain't try to hurt no one
See it ain't my on that trigger
Visualize but I ain't got
Now I paid my bail but it just got
screaming shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse, now I just can't
It's a target on my back
The on me, yes I'll never be free

Fresh]
Okay there's substance in my raps
They getting heard the map
I'm running shit, a lap
Sleeping on me, a nap
But them dreams about me bad
Knowing I'm awake money that you never had
I'm doing what I so homie I ain't never sad
Do makes you happy even if it makes them niggas mad
And they gonna talk about you, at you staying on their mind
Tell them to get off your dick and to get up on that
Trying to keep up me, they just gonna get left behind
I'm the fast forward, make you want to press rewind
I keep them on the chase, knowing that I'm in place
I keep up with my pace, you should keep your laced
We breaking ankles, crossing over, sneakers you can
That gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying my time
And don't try to fuck my plans
Catch a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran,

[Blu &
Damn, been shot
Them pos be locking up the team and is hot
For your home it's no more weed and no more rock
My hurting, heard you eating, what you got
in circles, make a leaner with my watch
I'll speed and at the cops
keep your cousin watch, I'll steal it
And my Glock's out
Hawks us by the place where we were surfing
And brought us in we ain't have insurance, fuckers