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

showcasing to the max
Got my truckamajig free causing anxiety attacks
Pitch normal tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em
Bullet proof never confess keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888
Clinetel, raise 'em raise '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 shit I'm outta
I like to get my dick sucked in - daylight
Acting bad on the acting tough
Break your ass down like a 12-gauge and yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's they holler
his bootsy 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 their together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you him back?
He was one of enemies that tried to participate
in Swiss my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My I mean
My under hoopty parked on magazines

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's begin be gone
I done served more than, uh, Evian
Posted up like a on the boulevard 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 matress choppers on top of the fridge
in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a motherfucker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they count nigga hustle
The game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, of July your party
his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in your town"
ass down in front of

Chorus: (with overdubbed tracks of random talking)