Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

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

Tailgates on the south
side, got that black smoke rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't scared to bust you
the land of I don't trust you so don't take my shit too serious
Unless you're trying to fuck with me, you'll end up a

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

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

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

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