Luyện nghe bài hát Dump, Bust, Blast

Uh (Uh)
Come on, ai, ai
Ai, my, my, it up (burps)
Hey Hey that shit right there, ay
(talk to my wepolations), shit.
That's ibeen? That shit smibeen that ibeen?
shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal tint BAP!
Fucked around and overheated my amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the duct and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
Bullet proof vest never confess a bucket full of acid
1-800-888
Clinetel, raise 'em raise 'em low
Out on bail hit the floor

Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!)

Slurp slip, deep shit I'm outta sight
I like to get my sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the acting tough
your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, what they holler
his bootsy ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my up under investigation
We hot like
Man, how come niggas can't put money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you him back?
He was one of enemies that tried to participate
in Swiss my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My under bucket hoopty on magazines

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's begin lets be
I done served water than, uh, Evian
Posted up like a thumbtack on the serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've been somethings, cigars and pinky rings
I'm a fixture up in this like E-40 and the Click
Paper all up under my box spring matress on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen man I kill a motherfucker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't nigga hustle
The dope game on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, of July your party
his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your town"
ass in front of everybody

Chorus: (with three overdubbed of random talking)