Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting hella
views, got about a hundred pair of boots
Looking like the set of Walker
Ranger every time you step my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner loaded
the thief is stealing shit about my yard
I don't call the Cheatham County police,
I just the morgue to get you out my yard
I got more than a box of
Legos, got bread to buy a fucking Lambo
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke 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 made pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the 'Vette on fleek the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, the sunshine out
But I get burned,
still cold in south, shit, dawg, just bring that out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still noise like damn cicadas
This boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it country grape tomatoes

Tailgates dropping on the
side, got that black smoke 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 you're trying to fuck me, you'll end up a conspiracy

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

All I know is doing work, blood,
sweat and tears stained up in my
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming till the come
to life", I grew it from the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, dirty with it son
Rebel waving in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you take it from me
I twitter 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, up looking like
we're getting ready for the fucking
got enough ammunition to wipe
out a city from the curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like they their head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass time I drop it
I never lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to but I fucking can't
Out there repping for my country
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is I stay

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

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