Luyện nghe bài hát Dump, Bust, Blast

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

4:15 to the max
Got my free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal tint BAP!
Fucked around and overheated my amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you to know
Bust him open spin open the tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
Bullet proof never confess keep a bucket full of acid
zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise 'em high '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 dick sucked in - broad
Acting bad on the soil acting
Break your ass down a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
a fool, that's what they holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the
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 them enemies that tried to
in Swiss Cheezin' my clean ass
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My bucket hoopty parked on magazines

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, begin lets be gone
I done served more 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 up in this shit 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 count nigga hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) and muscle
Do gotti, fourth of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest in your town"
ass down in of everybody

Chorus: (with three overdubbed of random talking)