Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm stupid hella
views, closet got about a pair of boots
like the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you step inside my room
Gun in the corner loaded ready
when the thief is stealing shit about my
I don't even call the County police,
I just the morgue to get you out my yard
I got connections than a box of
Legos, got bread to buy a fucking Lambo
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good weed and roll that shit by the handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so
How I from the trip,
bought a 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,
still in south, shit, dawg, just bring that microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still making noise like cicadas
This white boy got a bit of
flavor, still it country like grape tomatoes

dropping on the south
side, got that black smoke rolling
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 to fuck with me, you'll 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,
sweat and tears stained up in my
told me,
"Keep till the dream come
to life", yeah I grew it the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still with it son
flag waving in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you cannot take it me
I don't beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in bushes while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper of vibe is what I'm creeping,
you like a broken sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up like
we're getting ready for the fucking
Toolbox got enough ammunition to
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 every I drop it
I will lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there repping for my little
state, Cheatham county, baby, is where I stay

Tailgate's on the south
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 trust you so don't take my shit too
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 being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
They your success!
They your strengths!
They hate passion!