Luyện nghe bài hát Dump, Bust, Blast

Uh (Uh)
Come on, ai, ai
Ai, my, my, it up (burps)
Hey Boskeezy? Hey that 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 truckamajig free racing causing anxiety
Pitch normal tint BOOM BAP!
Fucked around and overheated my 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 vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid
zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise 'em 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 shit I'm outta
I like to get my dick sucked in - daylight
bad on the soil acting tough
Break your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo'
a fool, that's what they holler
Snatch his ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
We hot jalapenos
Man, how niggas can't put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him
He was one of enemies that tried to participate
in Swiss Cheezin' my clean ass
My Cadillac, My I mean
My under hoopty parked on magazines

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's lets be gone
I served more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up a thumbtack 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 like and the Click
Paper all up under my box spring matress on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a motherfucker over
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga
The dope runs 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 in front of everybody

Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of talking)