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 racing causing anxiety
Pitch black normal BOOM BAP!
around and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to
him open spin open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bullet proof vest never confess 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 shit I'm outta sight
I like to get my dick in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the acting tough
your ass down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what they
his bootsy ass up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up investigation
We hot jalapenos
Man, how come can't put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him
He was one of them that tried to participate
in Swiss 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 more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up like a thumbtack on the serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky
I'm a fixture up in this like E-40 and the Click
all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a motherfucker mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga
The dope game on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of July party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest in your town"
ass down in front of

Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of talking)