Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

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

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

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

All I is doing hard work, blood,
sweat and tears stained up in my
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming till the dream
to life", yeah I grew it the dirt
to play,
getting in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty with it son
Rebel flag in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you take it from me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out here even,
hiding in your bushes your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of vibe is I'm creeping,
leave you like a sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
we're getting ready for the fucking
Toolbox got enough ammunition to
out a city from the curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like they their head inside a light
socket, ass every time I drop it
I never lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to stop but I can't
Out there repping for my little
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is I stay

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

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