Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I know I'm getting hella
views, closet got about a pair of boots
Looking like the set of Walker
Ranger 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 call the Cheatham police,
I just call the morgue to get you out my
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, from the stix, got a gift, so
How I spit the trip,
bought a single wide trailer and I made that (Oh yeah)
Got the on fleek with the top of the
house, no shoes, no shirt, the sunshine out
But I get burned,
cold in south, shit, dawg, just bring 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

Tailgates on the south
side, got that black steady rolling
Glovebox got that James Bond and I ain't 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, going into
Mathematics, mechanics, the secrets of the universe

All I know is doing work, blood,
sweat and stained up in my shirt
Mama me,
"Keep dreaming till the come
to life", yeah I grew it the dirt
to play,
getting dirty in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty it son
Rebel flag waving in the sun,
is who I am, you cannot take it from me
I twitter beef, I'm out here getting even,
hiding in your bushes while your ass is
Jack the Ripper kind of is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up 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, shocking
Like they stuck their head a light
socket, Einstein-looking ass every time I it
I will lose my shine,
skin is plate, they want me to stop but I fucking can't
Out there repping for my little
state, Cheatham county, baby, is where I stay

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

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