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

showcasing to the max
Got my free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the
Eat the and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bullet proof vest never confess a bucket full of acid
1-800-888
Clinetel, raise 'em high '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 - broad
Acting bad on the 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 agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot like
Man, how come can't put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you him back?
He was one of them enemies tried to participate
in Swiss my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My I mean
My under hoopty parked on magazines

2x

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

(with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)