Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy

Yeah,

Man, I I'm getting stupid hella
views, closet got about a hundred pair of
Looking the set of Walker Texas
Ranger every time you inside my fucking room
Gun sitting in the corner loaded
when the thief is stealing shit about my
I don't call the Cheatham County police,
I call the morgue to get you out my yard
I got more than a box of
Legos, got bread to buy a fucking Lambo
But I'd buy mud trucks,
smoke good 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 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 bring microphone out
Yeah, I'm on black,
the intimidator, still making like damn cicadas
white boy got a little bit of
flavor, still keep it like grape tomatoes

Tailgates 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 trust you so don't my shit too serious
you're trying to fuck with me, you'll end up a conspiracy

That's destiny, that's
striving, that's being a trailblazer
An explorer, going into
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 dream
to life", I grew it from the dirt
to play,
getting in the mud, now I'm grown, still dirty 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 getting even,
hiding in your while your ass is sleeping
Jack the Ripper kind of is what I'm creeping,
leave you like a sink, you're steady leaking
Big guns, clicked up like
we're getting ready for the fucking
got enough ammunition to wipe
out a city from the curb
Big game, big boots, big balls, big wallet, people
Like they stuck their inside a light
socket, ass every time I drop it
I will never my shine,
skin is diamond plate, they want me to but I fucking can't
Out there repping for my little
state, Cheatham county, baby, that is where I

Tailgate's dropping on the
side, got that black smoke steady
Glovebox got James 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 me, you'll end up a conspiracy

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