Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm stupid hella
views, closet got about a hundred pair of
Looking like the set of Walker
Ranger every time you step inside my room
Gun in the corner loaded ready
when the is stealing shit about my yard
I even call the Cheatham County police,
I call the morgue to get you out my yard
I got more connections a box of
Legos, got enough bread to buy a fucking
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,
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 in south, shit, dawg, just bring that microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still making noise like damn
This white boy got a bit of
flavor, still keep it like grape tomatoes

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

destiny, that's will
That's striving, that's 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", I grew it from the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty it son
Rebel flag in the southern sun,
this is who I am, you take it from me
I twitter beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in your while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of vibe is I'm creeping,
leave you like a broken sink, steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
we're ready for the fucking purge
Toolbox got enough ammunition to
out a city the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like they their head inside a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass time I drop it
I will never my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there for my little country
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is I stay

Tailgate's dropping on the
side, got that black smoke rolling
Glovebox got that James and I ain't scared to bust you open
From the land of I don't trust you so don't 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 talking
I don't like right, I wish I was wrong, but I'm correct
hate your success!
They hate strengths!
They hate passion!