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 shit smibeen that 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 my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to
him open 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
1-800-888
Clinetel, raise 'em raise '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!)

slip, deep throat shit I'm outta sight
I like to get my dick in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting
Break your ass down like a and call yo' bluff
a fool, that's what they holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the
Law enforcement got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot jalapenos
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 Swiss Cheezin' my ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My I mean
My under hoopty parked on magazines

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's begin be gone
I done more water than, uh, Evian
up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and rings
I'm a fixture up in shit like 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 a motherfucker over mathematics
gonna hate, but they don't count nigga hustle
The dope game runs on two (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of July your
Laid his "supposed to be so hardest nigga in your town"
ass down in of everybody

Chorus: (with three overdubbed of random talking)