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

showcasing to the max
Got my truckamajig racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch 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 open spin open the duct and the foil
Eat the and get a pot and let 'em boil
proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888
Clinetel, raise 'em raise '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!)

Slurp slip, deep throat shit I'm outta
I like to get my dick in - broad daylight
bad on the soil acting tough
Break ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's they holler
his bootsy ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
We hot like
Man, how come niggas put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you him back?
He was one of them enemies tried to participate
in Swiss Cheezin' my ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My I mean
My bucket hoopty parked on magazines

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's lets be gone
I done served water than, uh, Evian
up like a thumbtack 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 and the Click
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 hate, but they don't count nigga hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) and muscle
Do some gotti, of July your party
his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your town"
ass down in of everybody

(with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)