Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting hella
views, closet got about a hundred pair of
Looking the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you step inside my fucking
Gun in the corner loaded ready
when the thief is shit about my yard
I don't even call the County police,
I just the morgue to get you out my yard
I got connections than 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 fucking
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix, got a gift, so
How I spit the trip,
bought a single 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 making noise damn cicadas
This boy got a little bit of
flavor, still it country like grape tomatoes

Tailgates on the south
side, got that black smoke steady
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't 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, quantum mechanics, the of the universe

All I is doing hard work, blood,
sweat and stained up in my shirt
told me,
"Keep dreaming till the come
to life", yeah I grew it from the
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still with it son
Rebel flag in the southern sun,
is who I am, you cannot take it from me
I don't beef, I'm out here getting even,
in your bushes while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper of vibe is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, you're leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
we're getting 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, Einstein-looking ass every I drop it
I will lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there repping for my country
state, Cheatham county, baby, is where I stay

Tailgate's on the south
side, got that black smoke rolling
Glovebox got that Bond and I ain't scared to bust you open
the land 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 understand the magnitude, I'm right, I'm
I've done the research, I know what I'm talking
I don't like being right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm
They your success!
hate your strengths!
They your passion!