Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting stupid
views, closet got about a hundred of boots
Looking like the set of Texas
Ranger time you step inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner ready
the thief is stealing shit about my yard
I don't call the Cheatham County police,
I just the morgue to get you out my yard
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 roll shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so
How I from the trip,
bought a single wide trailer and I made that (Oh yeah)
Got the 'Vette on fleek the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, the sunshine out
But I get burned,
still cold in south, shit, dawg, just bring microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still noise like damn cicadas
white boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it country like grape

Tailgates dropping on the
side, got black smoke steady rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't scared to you open
From the land of I don't 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, into space
Mathematics, quantum mechanics, the of the universe

All I know is doing work, blood,
sweat and tears up in my shirt
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming till the dream
to life", I grew it from the dirt
to play,
getting in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty with it son
Rebel waving in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you take it from me
I don't beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in your bushes while ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper of vibe is what I'm creeping,
you like a broken sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
we're getting ready for the purge
Toolbox got ammunition to wipe
out a city from the curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like they stuck head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every I drop it
I never lose 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, is where I stay

Tailgate's on the south
side, got that black smoke steady
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't scared to bust you
From the land of I don't trust you so take my shit too serious
Unless you're trying to 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 what I'm talking about
I don't being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
They hate success!
hate your strengths!
They your passion!