Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting stupid
views, got about a hundred pair of boots
Looking the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you step my fucking room
Gun sitting in the loaded ready
when the thief is stealing about my yard
I don't call the Cheatham County 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 shit by the handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, the stix, got a gift, so legit
How I spit the trip,
bought a single trailer and I made that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the on fleek 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, making noise like damn cicadas
This boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it country like grape

Tailgates on the south
side, got that black smoke steady
Glovebox got that James 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

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

All I know is hard work, blood,
sweat and stained up in my shirt
told me,
"Keep dreaming till the dream
to life", yeah I grew it the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty it son
Rebel flag 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 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 looking
getting ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got ammunition to wipe
out a city from the curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like they stuck their inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass time I drop it
I never lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, want me to stop but I fucking can't
Out repping for my little country
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is where I

Tailgate's dropping on the
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
Unless you're trying to fuck me, you'll end up a conspiracy

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