Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting hella
views, closet got about a hundred pair of
like the set of Walker Texas
Ranger time you step inside my fucking room
Gun in the corner loaded ready
when the is stealing shit about my yard
I don't call the Cheatham 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 by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, 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 'Vette on fleek the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, with the out
But I get burned,
still cold in south, shit, dawg, bring that microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, making noise like damn cicadas
white boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it country grape tomatoes

dropping on the south
side, got that black steady rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I 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

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

All I know is doing work, blood,
sweat and tears up in my shirt
told me,
"Keep dreaming till the dream
to life", yeah I it from the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still with it son
Rebel flag waving in the sun,
this is who I am, you cannot it from me
I don't beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in bushes while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up like
we're ready for the fucking purge
got enough ammunition to wipe
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 time I it
I never lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to stop but I fucking
Out there repping for my little
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is where I

dropping on the south
side, got that smoke steady rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't to bust you open
the land of I don't trust 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 what I'm talking about
I don't like being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm
They your success!
They your strengths!
hate your passion!