Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

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

- ZZ Ward]
I even try to hurt no one
See it ain't my finger on that
Visualize but I ain't got
Now I paid my but it just got bigger
Sirens screaming try to run
But it just got worse, now I can't reverse
It's a target sitting on my
The on me, yes I'll never be free

[Rocky
Okay there's substance in my raps
getting heard across the map
I'm shit, take 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 I want so homie I ain't never sad
Do what makes you happy even if it makes them mad
And they talk about you, at least you staying on their mind
them to get off your dick and to get up on that grind
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 first
I up with my pace, you should keep your sneakers laced
We ankles, crossing over, sneakers you can find
That gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my
And don't try to fuck with my
Catch a bomb you trying to take a run through Iran, damn

[Blu &
Damn, niggas shot
Them pos be up the team and shit is hot
For your home block it's no more and no more rock
My pockets hurting, you eating, what you got
Driving in circles, make a leaner my watch
I'll speed and at the cops
I'll keep your watch, I'll steal it
And my Glock's out
Hawks us by the place where we were surfing
And brought us in cause we have insurance, fuckers