Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm stupid hella
views, got about a hundred pair of boots
Looking the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you step inside my fucking
Gun sitting in the corner ready
when the thief is stealing shit about my
I even call the Cheatham County police,
I just call the 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 spit the trip,
bought a single wide trailer and I that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the on fleek with the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, the sunshine out
But I get burned,
cold in south, shit, dawg, just bring that microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still making noise like damn
This white boy got a bit of
flavor, keep it country like grape tomatoes

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

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

All I is doing hard work, blood,
sweat and tears stained up in my
told 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 with it son
Rebel flag waving in the 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 your ass is
Jack the Ripper of vibe is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, you're leaking
Big guns, clicked up like
we're getting ready for the fucking
Toolbox got ammunition 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 time 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 country
state, Cheatham county, baby, is where I stay

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

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