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 you step inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner ready
when the thief is stealing shit my yard
I even call the Cheatham County police,
I just the morgue 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 weed and roll that by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, the stix, got a gift, so legit
How I spit the trip,
bought a single wide trailer and I made pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the 'Vette on fleek the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, the sunshine out
But I get burned,
still cold in south, shit, dawg, just bring microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, making noise like damn cicadas
white boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it like grape tomatoes

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

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

All I know is doing work, blood,
sweat and tears stained up in my
told 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 cannot take it me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out getting even,
hiding in your bushes while 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 getting for the fucking purge
got enough ammunition to wipe
out a from the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
they stuck their head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every time I it
I will lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to stop but I fucking
Out there for my little country
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is where I

Tailgate's 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 take my shit too serious
Unless you're trying to fuck me, you'll end up a conspiracy

you understand the magnitude, I'm right, I'm correct
I've done the research, I know what I'm about
I don't like being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm
hate your success!
They your strengths!
hate your passion!