Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last night a trip down to the corner store
rolling papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar
Cruised the aisle for some chocolate and water
When he burst in the counter to open the drawer
Stuck the piece to his teeth as he
"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 searched the store with frantic
Of course he locked on mine, I was the only one
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 stale butts
I'm thinking "fuck man, fuck man, is just my luck"
My telling me this be my last one
to myself what the hell I could have done
Should run
I bet it wasn't a loaded gun
Breathing heavily up over 70
Settled on dead meat, don't even 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

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

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

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