Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting stupid
views, closet got a hundred pair of boots
Looking the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every you step inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the loaded ready
the thief is stealing shit about my yard
I don't even call the Cheatham police,
I just the morgue to get you out my yard
I got connections than a box of
Legos, got enough bread to buy a fucking
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good weed and roll 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 made that (Oh yeah)
Got the 'Vette on fleek 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 like damn cicadas
This boy got a little bit of
flavor, still it country like grape tomatoes

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

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

All I is doing hard work, blood,
sweat and tears up in my shirt
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming till the dream
to life", yeah I grew it 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 take it from me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out here even,
hiding in bushes while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of vibe is I'm creeping,
you like a broken sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up like
we're ready for the fucking purge
got enough ammunition to wipe
out a city the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like they stuck head 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 little
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is I stay

Tailgate's dropping on the
side, got that black smoke rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't to bust you open
the land of I don't trust you so don't take my shit too serious
Unless you're 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
They your success!
hate your strengths!
They your passion!