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 that ibeen?
shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing anxiety attacks
Pitch black tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
Bullet proof vest never keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888
Clinetel, 'em high 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!)

Slurp slip, deep throat shit I'm sight
I like to get my dick in - broad daylight
bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the
Law agents 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 him back?
He was one of them enemies that tried to
in Swiss my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My under bucket hoopty parked on

2x

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

Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of talking)