Luyện nghe bài hát Dump, Bust, Blast

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

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig racing causing anxiety attacks
black normal tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and overheated my amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him spin open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
proof vest never confess 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 to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight
bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo'
Ignore a fool, that's what they
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the
Law enforcement agents got me and my up under investigation
We hot like
Man, how come niggas can't put money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him
He was one of enemies that tried to participate
in Cheezin' my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My bucket hoopty 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 on the boulevard serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings
I'm a fixture up in this shit like E-40 and the
Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the
in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a motherfucker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but don't count nigga hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and
Do gotti, fourth of July your party
his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your town"
ass down in of everybody

Chorus: (with three tracks of random talking)