Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting hella
views, closet got about a pair of boots
Looking like the set of Walker
Ranger every time you inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner loaded
the thief is stealing shit about my yard
I don't call the Cheatham County police,
I just call the 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 and roll that shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so legit
How I spit the trip,
a single wide trailer and I made that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the on fleek with the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, with the out
But I get burned,
cold in south, shit, dawg, just bring that microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, making noise like damn cicadas
This white boy got a bit of
flavor, still keep it like grape tomatoes

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

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

All I is doing hard work, blood,
sweat and stained up in my shirt
told me,
"Keep till 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 take it me
I don't beef, I'm out here 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, steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
we're ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got enough to wipe
out a city the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like stuck their head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every time I it
I never lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, want me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there for my little country
state, Cheatham county, baby, is where I stay

Tailgate's dropping on the
side, got black 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 don't take my too serious
Unless trying 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 like right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
hate your success!
They hate strengths!
hate your passion!