Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I I'm getting stupid hella
views, got about a hundred pair of boots
like the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you step inside my fucking
Gun sitting in the corner loaded
when the thief is stealing shit my yard
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 enough bread to buy a fucking
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good weed and roll that shit by the handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, the stix, got a gift, so legit
How I from the trip,
bought a single wide trailer and I 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, still making noise like damn
This boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it country grape tomatoes

Tailgates on the south
side, got black 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

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

All I know is hard work, blood,
sweat and tears stained up in my
told me,
"Keep dreaming the dream come
to life", I grew it from the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty it son
Rebel waving 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 while ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of vibe is I'm creeping,
leave you like a sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, up looking like
we're getting for the fucking purge
Toolbox got enough to wipe
out a city from the motherfucking
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like they stuck their head a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every I drop it
I never lose my shine,
is diamond plate, they want me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there repping for my little
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is I stay

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

you understand the magnitude, I'm right, I'm correct
I've done the research, I what I'm talking about
I like being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
They hate success!
They hate strengths!
They your passion!