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 shit ibeen?
That smibeen, ooh (ooh)

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

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 a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's they holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
We hot jalapenos
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 I mean
My under bucket parked on magazines

2x

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

Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of talking)