Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting stupid
views, closet got about a pair of boots
Looking the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you step inside my fucking
Gun in the corner loaded ready
the thief is stealing shit about my yard
I don't call the Cheatham County police,
I call the morgue to get you out my yard
I got connections than a box of
Legos, got enough to buy a fucking Lambo
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 spit the trip,
bought a single wide and I made that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the 'Vette on with the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, with the out
But I get burned,
still cold in south, shit, dawg, just bring that out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still making noise like damn
white boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it like grape tomatoes

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

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

All I is doing hard work, blood,
sweat and tears stained up in my
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 dirty it son
Rebel waving in the southern sun,
is who I am, you cannot take it from me
I don't beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in your bushes while ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of vibe is 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 enough ammunition to
out a city the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like they stuck head inside a light
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, Cheatham county, baby, that is where I

dropping on the south
side, got that black steady rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't scared to bust you
the land of I don't trust you so don't take my shit too serious
Unless you're 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 being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
They hate success!
They your strengths!
They your passion!