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?
shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety
Pitch black normal BOOM BAP!
around and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin the duct tape and the foil
Eat the and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bullet proof vest confess keep a bucket full of acid
zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, 'em high raise '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, throat shit I'm outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - broad
Acting bad on the soil acting
Break your ass like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what they
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 that tried to participate
in Swiss Cheezin' my clean ass
My Cadillac, My I mean
My under bucket hoopty parked on

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's begin lets be
I done more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up like a on the boulevard serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've been somethings, cigars and pinky rings
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
Automatics in the cabinets man I kill a motherfucker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't nigga hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and
Do some gotti, fourth of July your
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in town"
ass in front of everybody

Chorus: (with three tracks of random talking)