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

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

slip, deep throat shit I'm outta sight
I to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the acting tough
Break your ass down a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's they holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the
Law enforcement agents got me and my up under investigation
We hot like
Man, how come niggas can't put their money like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him
He was one of them enemies that tried to
in Swiss Cheezin' my ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My under bucket hoopty parked on

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, begin lets be gone
I done served more water than, uh,
Posted up like a thumbtack on the serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky
I'm a fixture up in this like E-40 and the Click
Paper all up under my box matress choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they count nigga hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest in your town"
ass down in of everybody

Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of talking)