Luyện nghe bài hát Dump, Bust, Blast

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

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig racing causing anxiety attacks
black normal tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
Bullet proof vest never keep a bucket full of acid
zippers-on-tastic
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
bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down like a 12-gauge and yo' bluff
a fool, that's what they holler
Snatch his ass up by the collar
Law agents got me and my dudes 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 enemies that tried to participate
in Swiss Cheezin' my clean ass
My Cadillac, My I mean
My under bucket hoopty parked on

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, begin lets be gone
I done served more than, uh, Evian
Posted up like a thumbtack on the serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've been somethings, cigars and pinky rings
I'm a fixture up in this shit E-40 and the Click
Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the
Automatics in the kitchen man I kill a motherfucker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga
The dope game on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do gotti, fourth of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called nigga in your town"
ass down in of everybody

(with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)