Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last night took a trip down to the corner
rolling papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar
Cruised the aisle for chocolate and coconut water
When he burst in told the counter to open the
the piece to his teeth as he insisted
"If you know what's good for you, I think that you listen"
But he didn't, was resistant
That's when he flipped the and said "I guess I'll pick off the store"
He turned around and searched the store with frantic
Of course he locked on mine, I was the one inside
Come on kid, it's time to go for a
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, fuck man, this is my luck"
My telling me this be my last one
to myself what the hell I could have done
Should run
Yeah I bet it wasn't a gun
Breathing heavily speeding up 70
Settled on dead meat, don't believe in heaven, B
Then 20 minutes at least, when screech
Oh please, police, but my has gone weak
Opens the trunk, "get up," he me
a couple paces then throws me to my knees

[Hook - ZZ
I ain't even try to no one
See it ain't my finger on that
but I ain't got none
Now I paid my bail but it just got
screaming 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 I'll never be

Fresh]
Okay there's substance in my raps
They getting heard the map
I'm running shit, a lap
on me, take a nap
But know them about me bad
Knowing I'm awake getting money that you 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 talk you, at least you staying on their mind
Tell 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 want to press
I keep them on the chase, knowing that I'm in place
I keep up with my pace, you should keep sneakers laced
We breaking ankles, over, sneakers you can find
gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my time
And don't try to fuck with my
Catch a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran,

[Blu &
Damn, niggas shot
Them pos be locking up the and shit is hot
For your home block it's no more weed and no more
My hurting, heard you eating, what you got
Driving in circles, make a with my watch
I'll speed and fuck at the
keep your cousin 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 have insurance, fuckers