Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting stupid
views, closet got a hundred pair of boots
like the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you inside my fucking room
Gun in the corner loaded ready
when the is stealing shit about my yard
I don't call the Cheatham County police,
I just call the to get you out my yard
I got more connections a box of
Legos, got enough to buy a fucking Lambo
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good and roll that shit by the fucking handfull
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 'Vette on fleek the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, with the 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 country like grape

Tailgates dropping on the
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 trying to fuck with me, end up a conspiracy

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

All I know is hard work, blood,
and tears stained up in my shirt
Mama me,
"Keep till the dream come
to life", I grew it from the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still with it son
Rebel flag in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you cannot it from me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out getting even,
in your 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, clicked up looking
we're getting ready for the purge
got enough ammunition to wipe
out a city from the curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like stuck their head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every I drop it
I will never my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to stop but I can't
Out there repping for my little
state, Cheatham county, baby, is where I stay

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