Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting stupid
views, closet got about a hundred of boots
like the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you step my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner ready
when the thief is stealing shit my yard
I even call the Cheatham County police,
I just the morgue to get you out my yard
I got more than a box of
Legos, got enough to buy a fucking Lambo
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good weed and roll shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so
How I spit the trip,
bought a single wide trailer and I made pimped (Oh yeah)
Got the on fleek with 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, still noise like damn cicadas
This white boy got a bit of
flavor, still keep it country like tomatoes

Tailgates dropping on the
side, got that black smoke 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 with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

destiny, that's will
That's striving, being a trailblazer
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 dreaming till the dream
to life", yeah I grew it from the
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still with it son
flag waving in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you cannot it from me
I don't twitter beef, I'm out here even,
hiding in your bushes while ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of is what I'm creeping,
you like a broken sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up like
we're getting ready for the fucking
Toolbox got enough ammunition to
out a city from the motherfucking
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like they stuck their inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every time I it
I will lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, want me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there repping for my little
state, county, baby, that is where I stay

Tailgate's on the south
side, got that black steady rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't scared to bust you
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

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