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

4:15 to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal 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 open the duct and the foil
Eat the and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bullet vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888
Clinetel, raise 'em raise 'em low
Out on bail everybody hit the

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 - broad
bad on the soil 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 enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
We hot jalapenos
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 Cheezin' my clean ass Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I
My bucket hoopty parked on magazines

2x

it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's begin be gone
I done more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and rings
I'm a fixture up in this shit like and the Click
Paper all up 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 don't count nigga hustle
The dope game on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do gotti, fourth of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigga in town"
ass down in of everybody

Chorus: (with three overdubbed of random talking)