Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last night took a trip down to the corner
Needed papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar
Cruised the aisle for chocolate and coconut 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, attendant was
That's when he flipped the switch and said "I guess pick off the store"
He around and searched the store with frantic eyes
Of he locked on mine, I was the only one inside
Come on kid, it's to go for a ride
his piece and me and said don't you be trying nothing
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 stomach telling me this be my one
Think to myself what the hell I have done
Should run
I bet it wasn't a loaded gun
Breathing speeding up over 70
Settled on dead meat, don't even 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

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I even try to hurt no one
See it ain't my finger on that
Visualize but I ain't got
Now I my bail but it just got bigger
Sirens shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse, now I just reverse
It's a target sitting on my
The cops on me, yes never be free

Fresh]
Okay substance in my reefer raps
They getting heard the map
I'm shit, take a lap
on me, take a nap
But know dreams about me bad
Knowing I'm awake getting money that you had
I'm what I want so homie I ain't never sad
Do what makes you happy even if it them niggas mad
And they gonna talk about you, at least you staying on mind
Tell them to get off your dick and to get up on that
Trying to keep up with me, they gonna get left behind
Homie I'm the fast forward, you want to press rewind
I keep them on the chase, knowing I'm in first place
I keep up with my pace, you keep your sneakers laced
We breaking ankles, crossing over, sneakers you can
That gold up on me, Rolly homie, 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 been
Them pos be up the team and shit is hot
For your home it's no more weed and no more rock
My pockets hurting, heard you eating, you got
in circles, make a leaner with my watch
I'll and fuck at the cops
I'll your cousin watch, I'll steal it
And my out swerving
Hawks caught us by the place where we were
And brought us in we ain't have insurance, fuckers