Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

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

- ZZ Ward]
I ain't try to hurt no one
See it my finger on that trigger
Visualize but I got none
Now I paid my but it just got bigger
screaming shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse, now I just can't
It's a target sitting on my
The cops on me, yes I'll never be

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

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