Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting stupid
views, got about a hundred pair of boots
Looking like the set of Walker
Ranger every you step inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner ready
when the thief is stealing shit my yard
I even call the Cheatham County police,
I just the morgue 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 roll shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so legit
How I from the trip,
bought a single wide trailer and I that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the 'Vette on fleek 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

Tailgates on the south
side, got that black smoke rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't to bust you open
From the land of I don't trust you so don't take my shit too
you're trying to fuck with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

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

All I know is hard work, blood,
sweat and tears stained up in my
Mama 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, dirty with it son
flag waving in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you take it from me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out getting even,
hiding in your while your ass is sleeping
the Ripper kind of vibe is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up like
getting ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got ammunition to wipe
out a city from the curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like stuck their head inside a light
socket, ass every time I drop it
I will lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to stop but I can't
Out there repping for my little
state, county, baby, that is where I stay

Tailgate's dropping on the
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 to fuck with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

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