Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last took a trip down to the corner store
Needed papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar
Cruised the aisle for some chocolate and water
When he in told the counter to open the drawer
Stuck the to his teeth as he insisted
"If you know what's good for you, I think you should listen"
But he didn't, was resistant
That's when he flipped the switch and said "I guess I'll off the store"
He turned around and searched the with frantic eyes
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 said you be trying nothing
Tied and threw me in the trunk
Stunk of and stale cigarette butts
I'm thinking "fuck man, fuck man, this is my luck"
My stomach telling me this be my one
Think to myself what the hell I 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 has gone weak
the trunk, "get up," he tells me
Walk a couple then throws me to my knees

- ZZ Ward]
I ain't even try to no one
See it my finger on that trigger
Visualize but I ain't got
Now I paid my but it just got bigger
Sirens shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse, now I just can't
a target sitting on my back
The cops on me, yes I'll be free

[Rocky
Okay there's in my reefer raps
They heard across the map
I'm running shit, a lap
on me, take a nap
But them dreams about 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 even 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 keep up with me, they just gonna get behind
Homie I'm the fast forward, make you 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 ankles, crossing over, sneakers you can find
That gold up on me, homie, saying it's my time
And don't try to fuck my plans
a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran, damn

[Blu &
Damn, niggas been
Them pos be locking up the and shit is hot
For your home block no more weed and no more rock
My pockets hurting, heard you eating, you got
Driving in circles, make a leaner with my
I'll 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 brought us in cause we ain't insurance, fuckers