Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm stupid hella
views, got about 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 call the morgue to get you out my
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 that by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so
How I from the trip,
a single wide trailer and I made that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the on fleek with the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, the sunshine out
But I get burned,
still in south, shit, dawg, just bring that microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still making noise like cicadas
This white boy got a bit of
flavor, keep it country like grape tomatoes

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

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

All I know is hard work, blood,
and tears stained up in my shirt
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming till the come
to life", yeah I it from the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still with it son
Rebel 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 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 ammunition to wipe
out a from the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
they stuck their head inside a light
socket, ass every time I drop it
I never lose my shine,
is diamond plate, they want me to stop but I fucking can't
Out repping for my little country
state, Cheatham county, baby, is where I stay

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

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