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 you step inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner ready
when the thief is stealing shit 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 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 up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so legit
How I from 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 microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still making noise damn cicadas
This boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it country like tomatoes

Tailgates on the south
side, got that black smoke steady
Glovebox got that James Bond and I 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 with me, end up a conspiracy

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

All I know is doing work, blood,
and tears stained up in my shirt
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, dirty with it son
Rebel flag in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you cannot take it me
I twitter beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in your while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of vibe is I'm creeping,
leave you a broken sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, up looking like
we're getting for the fucking purge
got enough ammunition to wipe
out a city the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like they stuck their inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every I drop it
I never lose my shine,
skin is plate, they want me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there repping for my country
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is I stay

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