Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting stupid
views, closet got about a pair of boots
Looking like the set of Walker
Ranger every time you inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner loaded
when the thief is stealing shit my yard
I don't even call the Cheatham police,
I just call the morgue to get you out my
I got more than a box of
Legos, got enough bread to buy a fucking
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good weed and that shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm up, 26, from 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, just bring microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still making noise like cicadas
This white boy got a bit of
flavor, keep it country like grape tomatoes

Tailgates dropping on the
side, got that smoke steady rolling
Glovebox got 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, that's being a
An explorer, into space
Mathematics, mechanics, the secrets of the universe

All I know is doing work, blood,
and tears stained up in my shirt
Mama me,
"Keep till the dream come
to life", I grew 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,
is who I am, you cannot take it from me
I don't beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in your bushes your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of vibe is I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, you're leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
getting ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got enough to wipe
out a from the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
they 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 fucking
Out there repping for my 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 to bust you open
From the land of I don't trust you so 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 like being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
They your success!
They hate strengths!
They your passion!