Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I I'm getting stupid hella
views, got about a hundred pair of boots
like the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you step inside my fucking
Gun sitting in the corner loaded
when the thief is stealing about my yard
I don't even call the County police,
I just the morgue to get you out my yard
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 shit by the fucking
Yeah, I'm up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so legit
How I from the trip,
bought a single wide trailer and I made 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 noise like damn cicadas
This white boy got a bit of
flavor, still it country like grape tomatoes

Tailgates on the south
side, got black smoke steady rolling
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 too serious
Unless you're trying to with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

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

All I know is doing work, blood,
sweat and stained up in my shirt
told me,
"Keep dreaming the dream come
to life", yeah I grew it from the
to play,
getting in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty with it son
Rebel waving in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you cannot it from me
I don't beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in your bushes your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of vibe is I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, you're leaking
Big guns, up looking like
we're getting ready for the fucking
Toolbox got ammunition to wipe
out a city from the motherfucking
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
they stuck their head inside a light
socket, ass every time I drop it
I will lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to but I fucking can't
Out there repping for my little
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is where I

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

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