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

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing anxiety attacks
black normal tint BOOM 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 the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket of acid
1-800-888
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!)

Slurp slip, deep shit 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 and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, what they holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up investigation
We hot like
Man, how come niggas can't put their money together Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him
He was one of them enemies tried to participate
in Cheezin' my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My under bucket parked on magazines

2x

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

Chorus: (with three tracks of random talking)