Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting stupid
views, closet got about a hundred pair of
Looking like the set of Walker
every time you step inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner loaded
when the thief is stealing about my yard
I don't even call the County police,
I just the morgue to get you out my yard
I got more than a box of
Legos, got enough to buy a fucking 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 and I made that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the 'Vette on with the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, the sunshine out
But I get burned,
still cold in south, shit, dawg, just that microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still making noise like cicadas
This boy got a little bit of
flavor, still it country 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 land of I don't trust you so don't my shit too serious
Unless you're to fuck with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

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

All I know is hard work, blood,
sweat and tears up in my shirt
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming till the come
to life", yeah I it from the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, dirty with it son
flag waving in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you cannot it from me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out getting even,
hiding in your bushes while ass is sleeping
the Ripper kind of vibe is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a sink, you're 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
Like stuck their head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every I drop it
I will lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to stop but I fucking
Out there for my little country
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is I stay

dropping on the south
side, got that black smoke rolling
got that James 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 trying to fuck 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 like right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
They hate success!
hate your strengths!
They hate passion!