Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting hella
views, got about a hundred pair of boots
Looking like the set of Texas
Ranger time you step inside my fucking room
Gun in the corner loaded ready
when the thief is stealing shit my yard
I don't even call the Cheatham police,
I just the morgue to get you out my yard
I got more connections 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 handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so
How I from the trip,
bought a single trailer and I made that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the 'Vette on fleek the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, the sunshine 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
This white boy got a bit of
flavor, still keep it country like tomatoes

Tailgates on the south
side, got that black smoke rolling
got that James Bond and I ain't scared to bust you open
From the land of I trust you so don't take my shit too serious
Unless you're trying to fuck 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 of the universe

All I is doing hard work, blood,
and tears stained up in my shirt
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming till the dream
to life", yeah I grew it from the
to play,
getting in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty with it son
Rebel flag waving in the sun,
is who I am, you cannot take it from me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out getting even,
hiding in your bushes while ass is sleeping
Jack the kind of vibe is what I'm creeping,
leave you a broken sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up like
we're getting ready for the purge
Toolbox got enough to wipe
out a city the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like they stuck their inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every time I it
I will never my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to stop but I fucking
Out repping for my little country
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is where I

dropping on the south
side, got that black steady rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't scared to you open
From the land of I don't you so don't take my shit too serious
Unless you're trying to with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

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