Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting hella
views, closet got a hundred pair of boots
Looking like the set of Walker
Ranger every time you inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the loaded ready
when the thief is stealing shit my yard
I don't even call the County police,
I just call the morgue to get you out my
I got more than a box of
Legos, got enough bread to buy a Lambo
But I'd buy mud trucks,
good weed and roll that shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so
How I from the trip,
bought a single wide trailer and I 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 cold in south, shit, dawg, bring that 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 Bond and I ain't scared to bust you open
From the land of I don't trust you so don't my shit too serious
Unless you're trying to fuck me, you'll end up a conspiracy

That's destiny, that's
That's striving, that's being a
An explorer, into 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
Rebel waving in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you take it from me
I don't beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in bushes while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, you're steady
Big guns, clicked up like
getting ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got ammunition to wipe
out a city from the motherfucking
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like they stuck their head inside a
socket, Einstein-looking ass every I drop it
I will lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there for my little country
state, county, baby, that is where I stay

Tailgate's dropping on the
side, got that black steady rolling
Glovebox got that James 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
Unless 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 about
I don't like being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm
They hate success!
They your strengths!
They hate passion!