Luyện nghe bài hát Dump, Bust, Blast

Uh (Uh)
on, ai, ai Boskeezy?
Ai, my, my, it up (burps)
Hey Hey that shit right there, ay
(talk to my wepolations), shit.
That's ibeen? shit smibeen that shit ibeen?
shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing anxiety attacks
Pitch 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
him open spin 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 of acid
zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise 'em high '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 throat shit I'm outta
I like to get my dick sucked in - daylight
Acting bad on the acting tough
Break your ass down a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's they holler
Snatch his ass up by the collar
Law enforcement got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot like
Man, how niggas can't put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him
He was one of them enemies tried to participate
in Swiss my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My under bucket parked on magazines

2x

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

Chorus: (with overdubbed tracks of random talking)