Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm stupid hella
views, got about a hundred 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 is stealing shit about 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 weed and roll that shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, the stix, got a gift, so legit
How I from the trip,
bought a wide trailer and I made that pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the on fleek with the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, with the out
But I get burned,
still cold in south, shit, dawg, just that microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still noise like damn cicadas
white boy got a little bit of
flavor, keep it country like grape tomatoes

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

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

All I know is hard work, blood,
and tears stained up in my shirt
Mama 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 take it me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out getting even,
hiding in your bushes while ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of vibe is I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, you're steady
Big guns, up looking like
getting ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got enough to wipe
out a city the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like they stuck head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every I drop it
I will lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, want me to stop but I fucking can't
Out repping for my little country
state, Cheatham county, baby, is where I stay

dropping on the south
side, got that black smoke rolling
Glovebox got that Bond and I ain't scared 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 know what I'm about
I don't like right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
They hate success!
They your strengths!
hate your passion!