Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

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

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

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

All I know is doing work, blood,
sweat and tears up in my shirt
Mama 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
flag waving in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you take 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 for the fucking purge
got enough ammunition to wipe
out a city from the curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like they their head inside a light
socket, ass every time I drop it
I will lose my shine,
skin is plate, they want me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there repping for my little
state, county, baby, that is where I stay

dropping on the south
side, got that black steady rolling
Glovebox got that Bond 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

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 being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
They hate success!
hate your strengths!
They your passion!