Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm stupid hella
views, got about a hundred pair of boots
like the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every you step inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the loaded ready
when the thief is stealing about my yard
I don't even call the County police,
I just call the to get you out my yard
I got more connections a box of
Legos, got enough bread to buy a fucking
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good weed and that shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so
How I spit the trip,
bought a 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,
still cold in south, shit, dawg, bring that microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still noise like damn cicadas
This boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it country like tomatoes

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

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

All I know is hard work, blood,
sweat and tears stained up in my
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming till the dream
to life", yeah I grew it from the
to play,
getting in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty with it son
Rebel flag waving in the sun,
this is who I am, you take it from me
I twitter beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in your bushes your ass is sleeping
Jack the kind of vibe is what I'm creeping,
leave you a broken sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, up looking like
getting ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got enough ammunition to
out a city the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like stuck their head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every I drop it
I will lose my shine,
skin is plate, they want me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there for my little country
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is where I

dropping on the south
side, got black smoke steady rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't scared to you open
From the land of I don't trust you so don't take my shit too
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 what I'm talking
I don't like being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm
hate your success!
They your strengths!
They your passion!