Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting stupid
views, closet got about a hundred of boots
Looking like the set of Walker
every time you step inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the loaded ready
when the thief is stealing shit about my
I don't even the Cheatham County police,
I just call the morgue to get you out my
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 that shit by the fucking
Yeah, I'm up, 26, from 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 '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 damn
white boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it like grape tomatoes

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

That's destiny, that's
That's striving, that's being a
An explorer, into space
Mathematics, quantum mechanics, the secrets of the

All I is doing hard work, blood,
sweat and tears stained up in my
Mama me,
"Keep till the dream come
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 take it me
I don't beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in your while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of is what I'm creeping,
leave you a broken sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up looking
we're getting ready for the purge
Toolbox got enough ammunition to
out a from the motherfucking curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, shocking
Like they their head inside a light
socket, ass every time I drop it
I never lose my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there repping for my little
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is I stay

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

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