Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I I'm getting stupid hella
views, closet got about a pair of boots
Looking the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you step inside my room
Gun sitting in the loaded ready
when the thief is shit about my yard
I don't even call the County police,
I just call the morgue to get you out my
I got more than a box of
Legos, got enough bread to buy a fucking
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good and roll that shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, the stix, got a gift, so legit
How I spit the trip,
a single wide trailer and I made that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the 'Vette on fleek the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, with the out
But I get burned,
cold in south, shit, dawg, just bring that microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, making noise like damn cicadas
This boy got a little bit of
flavor, keep it country like grape tomatoes

dropping on the south
side, got that smoke steady rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I scared to bust you open
From the of I don't trust you so don't take my shit too serious
Unless you're trying to with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

That's destiny, will
That's striving, that's a trailblazer
An explorer, into space
Mathematics, quantum mechanics, the of the universe

All I know is hard work, blood,
and tears stained up in my shirt
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming the dream come
to life", yeah I grew it the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still with it son
flag waving in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you cannot it from me
I twitter beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in your bushes your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of is what I'm creeping,
leave you a broken sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
we're getting for the fucking purge
Toolbox got enough to wipe
out a from the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like they stuck head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass time I drop it
I never lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to stop but I fucking
Out there repping for my little
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is I stay

Tailgate's dropping on the
side, got that black smoke steady
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't scared to you open
From the land of I don't trust you so take my shit too serious
you're trying to fuck with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

Don't you understand the magnitude, I'm right, I'm
I've done the research, I know what I'm talking
I don't like right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
They hate success!
They your strengths!
hate your passion!