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 time you step inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner loaded
the thief is stealing shit about my yard
I don't even the Cheatham County police,
I just call the morgue to get you out my
I got more connections a box of
Legos, got enough bread to buy a Lambo
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 made 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, just bring microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still making noise damn cicadas
white boy got a little bit of
flavor, still it country like grape tomatoes

dropping on the south
side, got that smoke steady 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 me, you'll end up a conspiracy

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

All I know is hard work, blood,
sweat and tears stained up in my
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming the dream come
to life", yeah I it from the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty 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 while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper of vibe is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, you're steady
Big guns, up looking like
we're ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got enough to wipe
out a city from the curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like they stuck their inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every time I it
I never 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, is where I stay

Tailgate's dropping on the
side, got that black steady rolling
Glovebox got that Bond and I ain't scared to bust you open
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 the magnitude, I'm right, I'm correct
I've the research, I know what I'm talking about
I don't like right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
hate your success!
They your strengths!
They hate passion!