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 chocolate and water
When he burst in told the counter to open the
the piece to his teeth as he insisted
"If you know good for you, I think that you should listen"
But he didn't, attendant was
That's when he flipped the switch and said "I I'll pick off the store"
He turned around and searched the with 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 don't you be nothing
Tied and threw me in the trunk
Stunk of and stale cigarette butts
I'm "fuck man, fuck man, this is just my luck"
My stomach telling me be my last one
Think to myself what the hell I have done
have run
Yeah I bet it a loaded gun
Breathing heavily 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 has gone weak
Opens the trunk, "get up," he me
Walk a couple paces throws me to my knees

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

Fresh]
Okay there's substance in my reefer
They heard across the map
I'm running shit, 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 homie I ain't sad
Do what makes you happy even if it them niggas mad
And they gonna talk about you, at you staying on their mind
Tell to get off your 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 rewind
I keep them on the chase, knowing that I'm in place
I keep up with my pace, you keep your sneakers 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 like you trying to a run through Iran, damn

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