Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting hella
views, closet got about a hundred pair of
Looking like the set of Texas
Ranger every time you 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 call the morgue to get you out my yard
I got more than a box of
Legos, got bread to buy a fucking Lambo
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good weed and roll that shit by the handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so
How I spit 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, 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 damn cicadas
This white boy got a bit of
flavor, still keep it like grape tomatoes

Tailgates dropping on the
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 take my shit too serious
Unless you're trying to with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

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

All I is doing hard work, blood,
and tears stained up in my shirt
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming the dream come
to life", yeah I it from the dirt
to play,
getting in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty with it son
Rebel flag in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you take it from me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out here even,
hiding in your bushes while your ass is
Jack the Ripper kind of is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, you're leaking
Big guns, up looking like
we're getting for the fucking purge
Toolbox got ammunition to wipe
out a city from the motherfucking
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 will 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, that is I stay

dropping on the south
side, got black smoke 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 my shit too serious
you're trying to fuck with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

Don't you 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
hate your success!
They your strengths!
hate your passion!