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 smibeen that shit ibeen?
shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and overheated my amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you to know
Bust him spin open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
Bullet proof vest never confess a bucket full 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 shit I'm outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - broad
Acting bad on the soil tough
Break your ass down a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's they holler
his bootsy ass up by the collar
Law agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot jalapenos
Man, how niggas can't put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you him back?
He was one of them enemies that to participate
in Swiss Cheezin' my ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My I mean
My under bucket parked on magazines

2x

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

Chorus: (with overdubbed tracks of random talking)