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
When he burst in told the to open the drawer
Stuck the to his teeth as he insisted
"If you know what's good for you, I think that you listen"
But he didn't, attendant was
That's when he flipped the switch and said "I guess I'll off the store"
He turned around and the store with frantic eyes
Of he locked on mine, I was the only one inside
Come on kid, time to go for a ride
Flashed his piece and me and said don't you be nothing
Tied and blildfolded me in the trunk
Stunk of gasoline and stale cigarette
I'm "fuck man, fuck man, this is just my luck"
My stomach telling me this be my one
Think to myself what the hell I have done
have 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, tires screech
Oh please, police, but my hope has gone
the trunk, "get up," he tells me
Walk a couple then throws me to my knees

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I even try to hurt no one
See it ain't my finger on trigger
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 just reverse
It's a target sitting on my
The cops on me, yes I'll never be

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

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Damn, niggas shot
Them pos be locking up the and shit 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
I'll keep your cousin watch, I'll it
And my Glock's out
Hawks caught us by the place we were surfing
And brought us in cause we ain't insurance, fuckers