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 shit
That smibeen, ooh (ooh)

showcasing to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety
Pitch black normal tint BAP!
Fucked around and overheated my amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to
Bust him open open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
Bullet proof vest never keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888
Clinetel, raise 'em high 'em low
Out on bail everybody hit the

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 dick sucked in - daylight
Acting bad on the soil tough
your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, what they holler
his bootsy ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up investigation
We hot like
Man, how come niggas can't put their money like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you him back?
He was one of them enemies tried 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 more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and rings
I'm a up in this shit like 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 count nigga
The dope game on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in town"
ass down in of everybody

Chorus: (with three tracks of random talking)