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

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing attacks
black normal tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and overheated my 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 never confess keep a bucket of acid
zippers-on-tastic
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!)

Slurp slip, deep throat I'm outta sight
I like to get my sucked in - broad daylight
bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down like a 12-gauge and yo' bluff
a fool, that's what they holler
Snatch his ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up investigation
We hot jalapenos
Man, how come can't put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him
He was one of them enemies that to participate
in Swiss Cheezin' my ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My under bucket parked on magazines

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's lets be gone
I done served water than, uh, Evian
Posted up a thumbtack 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
all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I a motherfucker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they count nigga hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of July your
his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your town"
ass in front of everybody

Chorus: (with overdubbed tracks of random talking)