Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I I'm getting stupid hella
views, closet got about a pair of boots
Looking like the set of Texas
Ranger every time you step inside my room
Gun sitting in the corner loaded
when the thief is stealing shit about my
I don't call the Cheatham County police,
I call the morgue to get you out my yard
I got more than a box of
Legos, got bread to buy a fucking Lambo
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke weed and roll that shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, the stix, got a gift, so legit
How I from the trip,
bought a 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,
still cold in south, shit, dawg, just bring microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, making noise like damn cicadas
white boy got a little bit of
flavor, keep it country like grape tomatoes

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

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

All I know is doing work, blood,
and tears stained up in my shirt
Mama me,
"Keep till the dream come
to life", yeah I grew it from the
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty it son
Rebel flag in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you cannot take it me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out here even,
hiding in your bushes your ass is sleeping
the Ripper kind of vibe is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
getting ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got enough ammunition to
out a city from the motherfucking
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
they stuck their head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every time I 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, Cheatham county, baby, that is I stay

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

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