Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

All this lame shit been, been outta
(been, outta season)
Drop, the block for no reason
Practice you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop, pop the twice with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the for no reason
All lame shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, keep eyes on the prize
Pop, pop the trunk with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta

Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, prop the up
Top dropped the fuck down and popped the fuck up
you if you stayed down and fuck you if you stuck up
Fuck, I'm to drop the slab off and pick the truck up
up in the Escalade, cup of Vodka
Un DS I just pulled up out the locker
Nina tucked with the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't her
Break you off somethin'
Been 'round since Vogue tires wrapped around the rim
Tell them hoes if they ain't chose yet, they better him
the camera movin', if you don't, you finna lose him
Better the timeline if you ain't heard the news, bitch

Practice what you preach, keep eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the
Drop the top, chop the block for no
All this shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the
Pop the trunk with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the for no reason
All lame shit been, been outta season

Mane, I'm a big baller holdin' big balls in my
Dirty South nigga, at me I'm finna buck back
Boys thought I wasn't back, nigga fuck that
Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the slab up and bring the back
Slab time, your slab, I'm about to hit 'em hard
Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in your
Say exactly what the I feel with no disregard
David Blaine this thang, mane, is this your card?
the trill nigga's four-oh-nine region
You gon' have to back the fuck down or pay
Momma them from Louisiana, Cajun the seas'nin
The King is on the throne, it's best you just him, bitch

Practice what you preach, keep eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk with the swangers on the side
the top, chop the block for no reason
All this shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, your eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the on the side
Drop the top, chop the for no reason
All this lame shit been, outta season

let the top off
Spring up with the ice in
Chop the like a steak dinner
They bust shots, return to
Graduated as a bender from the school of trill
grill, pop pop the seal
Pop pop the
Neon real, bitch how it
How it
Pringle season all in her
Eat the cake, don't to scrap crumbs off the plate
Them flakes drip off the chrome
won't leave me alone 'cause I keep a glow
When they a stone
it rains on my robes

Practice I always preach
No hand-outs, stop that reach
I'm holdin' on, competitin'
All that lame shit season

Practice what you preach, your eyes on the prize
Pop the twice with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the for no reason
All this lame shit been, been season
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the
Pop the trunk with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the for no reason
All this shit been, been outta season