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 aisle for chocolate and coconut water
When he burst in told the to open the drawer
Stuck the piece to his as he insisted
"If you know good for you, I think that you should listen"
But he didn't, was resistant
That's he flipped the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store"
He turned around and searched the store frantic eyes
Of he locked on mine, I was the only one inside
on kid, it's time to go for a ride
Flashed his piece and me and said you be trying nothing
and blildfolded threw me in the trunk
Stunk of gasoline and stale butts
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
Should run
Yeah I bet it wasn't a gun
heavily speeding up over 70
Settled on meat, don't even believe in heaven, B
Then 20 minutes at least, when screech
Oh please, police, but my hope has gone
Opens the trunk, "get up," he me
Walk a couple paces then me to my knees

[Hook - ZZ
I ain't even try to no one
See it ain't my finger on trigger
Visualize but I got none
Now I my bail but it just got bigger
Sirens shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse, now I just can't
It's a target on my back
The cops on me, yes never be free

[Rocky
Okay substance in my reefer raps
They getting heard the map
I'm running shit, a lap
on me, take a nap
But know dreams about me bad
Knowing I'm getting money that you never had
I'm doing what I want so homie I ain't sad
Do what makes you happy even if it them niggas mad
And they gonna talk about you, at least you staying on their
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 forward, make you want to press rewind
I keep them on the chase, knowing I'm in first place
I keep up with my pace, you should keep your sneakers
We breaking ankles, over, sneakers you can find
That gold up on me, homie, saying it's my time
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 locking up the team and is hot
For your home 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
I'll speed and at the cops
I'll keep 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 have insurance, fuckers