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 shit ibeen?
shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal 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 open open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bullet proof vest never confess a bucket full of acid
zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise 'em high 'em low
Out on bail hit the floor

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 sucked in - daylight
bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down 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 up under investigation
We hot jalapenos
Man, how come niggas can't put their money together like
I suppose, can you bring him
He was one of them enemies that tried to
in Swiss my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My under bucket 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 been doing somethings, cigars and rings
I'm a fixture up in this shit like and the Click
all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen 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?) and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of July party
Laid his "supposed to be so called nigga in your town"
ass down in of everybody

Chorus: (with overdubbed tracks of random talking)