Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting stupid
views, closet got a hundred pair of boots
Looking the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every you step inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner loaded
when the thief is shit about my yard
I don't call the Cheatham County police,
I call the morgue to get you out my yard
I got more 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,
a single wide trailer and I made that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the on fleek with the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, with the out
But I get burned,
cold in south, shit, dawg, just bring that microphone 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 like grape

Tailgates 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 you're trying to with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

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

All I is doing 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 dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, dirty with it son
Rebel flag in the southern sun,
is who I am, you cannot take it from me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out here even,
hiding in your while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper of vibe is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
getting ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got ammunition to wipe
out a from the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like stuck their head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every I drop it
I never lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to but I fucking can't
Out repping for my little country
state, county, baby, that is where I stay

Tailgate's dropping on the
side, got black smoke steady rolling
got that James Bond 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 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 like being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
They hate success!
hate your strengths!
They your passion!