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 causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you to know
Bust him open open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of
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, deep shit 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
Ignore a fool, what they holler
Snatch his ass up by the collar
Law enforcement 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 that tried to participate
in Swiss Cheezin' my ass Cadillac
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 served more than, uh, Evian
Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've been 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 choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen man I kill a motherfucker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of July your
Laid his "supposed to be so hardest nigga in your town"
ass down in front of

Chorus: (with three tracks of random talking)