Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last night took a trip down to the store
Needed papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar
Cruised the aisle for some and coconut water
When he burst in told the counter to 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, attendant was
That's he flipped the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store"
He turned around and searched the with frantic eyes
Of course he locked on mine, I was the only one
on kid, it's time to go for a ride
Flashed his piece and me and said don't you be trying
Tied and 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 be my last one
Think to myself what the hell I could have
Should run
Yeah I bet it wasn't a gun
Breathing heavily speeding up 70
Settled on meat, don't even believe in heaven, B
20 minutes at least, when tires screech
Oh please, police, but my hope has gone
Opens the trunk, "get up," he me
Walk a paces then throws me to my knees

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

Fresh]
Okay there's substance in my reefer
getting heard across the map
I'm running shit, a lap
on me, take a nap
But know them dreams me bad
Knowing I'm awake getting that you never had
I'm doing what I so homie I ain't never sad
Do makes you happy even if it makes them niggas mad
And they gonna about you, at least you staying on their mind
Tell them to get off your and to get up on that grind
Trying to keep up with me, they just get left behind
Homie I'm the fast forward, you want to press rewind
I keep them on the chase, knowing that I'm in first
I keep up with my pace, you should keep your 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 my plans
Catch a bomb you trying to take a run through Iran, damn

[Blu &
Damn, niggas shot
pos be locking up the team and shit is hot
For your home block it's no weed and no more rock
My hurting, heard you eating, what you got
Driving in circles, make a with 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 we ain't have insurance, fuckers