Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last night took a trip to the corner store
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 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 store with eyes
Of course he locked on mine, I was the only one
Come on kid, time to go for a ride
Flashed his piece and me and said don't you be nothing
and blildfolded threw me in the trunk
Stunk of gasoline and cigarette butts
I'm thinking "fuck man, man, this is just my luck"
My stomach telling me be my last one
Think to what the hell I could have done
have run
Yeah I bet it a loaded gun
Breathing heavily up over 70
Settled on dead meat, don't believe in heaven, B
Then 20 at least, when tires screech
Oh please, police, but my hope has gone
the trunk, "get up," he tells me
Walk a couple paces then throws me to my

[Hook - ZZ
I even try to hurt no one
See it my finger on that trigger
but I ain't 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 sitting on my back
The cops on me, yes I'll never be

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

[Blu &
Damn, been shot
pos be locking 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
Driving in circles, make a leaner with my
I'll speed and at the cops
I'll keep your cousin watch, I'll it
And my out swerving
Hawks caught us by the place where we surfing
And brought us in cause we ain't insurance, fuckers