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 ibeen?
shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 to the max
Got my free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch normal tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket of acid
zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise 'em high '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 I'm outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - daylight
bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down like a and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
We hot like
Man, how come niggas can't put their money together 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 I mean
My under bucket hoopty on magazines

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's begin lets be
I done served more 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 E-40 and the
Paper all up under my box spring choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen man I kill a motherfucker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't nigga hustle
The dope game on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in town"
ass in front of everybody

Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of talking)