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 truckamajig free causing anxiety attacks
black normal tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to
Bust him spin open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
Bullet proof vest confess keep a bucket full 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, throat shit I'm outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - broad
Acting bad on the soil acting
your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the
Law agents got me and my dudes up under 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 Swiss Cheezin' my ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My I mean
My bucket hoopty parked on magazines

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's begin lets be
I done served 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 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 gonna hate, but they count nigga hustle
The dope game runs on two (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 of random talking)