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.
That's ibeen? shit smibeen that shit ibeen?
shit smibeen, ooh (ooh)

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free causing anxiety attacks
black normal tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and overheated my amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to
Bust him spin open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the and get a pot and let 'em boil
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, deep throat I'm outta sight
I to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the acting tough
Break ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, what they holler
Snatch his bootsy ass up by the
Law agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot jalapenos
Man, how come niggas put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you him back?
He was one of them enemies that to participate
in Swiss my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My under bucket parked on magazines

2x

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

Chorus: (with three tracks of random talking)