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 shit
shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety
Pitch black normal tint BAP!
Fucked and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the that, uh, you need to know
Bust him spin open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888
Clinetel, 'em high raise '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, throat shit I'm outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - broad
Acting bad on the acting tough
Break your ass down a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
a fool, that's what they holler
Snatch his ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my up under investigation
We hot like
Man, how come niggas can't put 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 hoopty on magazines

2x

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

Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of talking)