Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting hella
views, closet got about a hundred of boots
Looking like the set of Walker
Ranger every time you step inside my room
Gun sitting in the loaded ready
when the thief is stealing about my yard
I don't even the Cheatham County police,
I just the morgue to get you out my yard
I got more connections a box of
Legos, got enough to buy a fucking Lambo
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good weed and roll that shit by the fucking
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so
How I spit the trip,
bought a single 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 that microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, making noise like damn cicadas
This white boy got a bit of
flavor, still it country like grape tomatoes

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

That's destiny, that's
That's striving, that's being a
An explorer, into space
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", I grew it from the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still with it son
Rebel flag in the southern sun,
is who I am, you cannot take it from me
I twitter beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in your while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of vibe is I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, you're leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
we're ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got enough ammunition to
out a city from the curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
they stuck their head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass time I drop it
I will 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, that is I stay

Tailgate's dropping on the
side, got that smoke steady rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't scared to bust you
From the land of I don't trust you so don't my shit too serious
Unless you're trying to fuck 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 your success!
hate your strengths!
They hate passion!