Luyện nghe bài hát Dump, Bust, Blast

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

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing attacks
Pitch black normal tint BAP!
Fucked and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the tape and the foil
Eat the and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bullet proof vest never confess a bucket full of acid
zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, 'em high raise 'em low
Out on everybody hit the floor

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

slip, deep throat shit I'm outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - daylight
bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down like a and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what they
Snatch his 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 their together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him
He was one of them enemies that tried to
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 lets be gone
I done served more water than, uh,
Posted up like a thumbtack on the serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, and pinky rings
I'm a fixture up in this like E-40 and the Click
all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a motherfucker over
Haters gonna hate, but they count nigga hustle
The game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in town"
ass down in front of

(with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)