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 That shit smibeen that shit ibeen?
shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety
Pitch black tint BOOM BAP!
around and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to
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 keep a bucket full of
1-800-888
Clinetel, 'em high 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 throat I'm outta sight
I like to get my sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil tough
Break your ass down like a 12-gauge and yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what they
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the
Law enforcement got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot jalapenos
Man, how come niggas can't put their money like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him
He was one of enemies that tried to participate
in Cheezin' my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My under hoopty parked on magazines

2x

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

Chorus: (with three tracks of random talking)