Luyện nghe bài hát Dump, Bust, Blast

Uh (Uh)
Come on, ai, ai
Ai, my, my, it up (burps)
Hey Boskeezy? Hey that shit there, ay
(talk to my wepolations), shit.
That's That shit smibeen that shit ibeen?
shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you 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, raise 'em high '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 outta
I to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil tough
Break your ass like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what 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 can't put money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him
He was one of them that tried to participate
in Cheezin' my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My bucket hoopty parked on magazines

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, begin lets be gone
I served more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and 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 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 hardest nigga in town"
ass down in front of

Chorus: (with overdubbed tracks of random talking)