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 time you step my fucking room
Gun sitting in the loaded ready
the thief is stealing shit about my yard
I don't even the Cheatham County police,
I call the morgue to get you out my yard
I got connections than a box of
Legos, got enough bread to buy a fucking
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good weed and roll that shit by the handfull
Yeah, I'm up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so legit
How I from the trip,
a single wide trailer and I made that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the 'Vette on with 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, still noise like damn cicadas
This boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it country like tomatoes

Tailgates dropping on the
side, got black smoke 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
you're trying to fuck with 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 of the universe

All I is doing hard work, blood,
sweat and tears up in my shirt
told me,
"Keep dreaming the dream come
to life", I grew it from the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, dirty with it son
Rebel waving in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you take it from me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out here even,
hiding in your bushes while ass is sleeping
Jack the kind of vibe 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
Toolbox got ammunition to wipe
out a city from the curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like they stuck their head inside a
socket, Einstein-looking ass time I drop it
I will never my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to 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
got that James Bond 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 trying to fuck with me, end up a conspiracy

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