Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I I'm getting stupid hella
views, closet got about a pair of boots
like the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner loaded
when the thief is shit about my yard
I don't even the Cheatham County police,
I just call the to get you out my yard
I got more connections a box of
Legos, got bread to buy a fucking Lambo
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good weed and that shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so
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, 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 making noise like cicadas
This boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it like grape tomatoes

Tailgates dropping on the
side, got that black smoke steady
Glovebox got that James and I ain't scared to bust you open
From the 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

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

All I know is hard work, blood,
sweat and stained up in my shirt
told me,
"Keep dreaming the dream come
to life", yeah I grew it the dirt
to play,
getting in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty 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 here even,
hiding in bushes while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of is what I'm creeping,
leave you a broken sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
we're getting for the fucking purge
Toolbox got ammunition to wipe
out a city the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like they stuck their head inside a
socket, Einstein-looking ass every I drop it
I will lose my shine,
skin is plate, they 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
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 what I'm about
I don't like being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm
hate your success!
They hate strengths!
They your passion!