Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

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

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

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

Mane, I'm a big baller holdin' big balls in my
Dirty South nigga, buck at me I'm finna buck
Boys thought I comin' back, nigga fuck that
Shit, I'm to pick the slab up and bring the truck back
Slab time, wreck your slab, I'm about to hit 'em
Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in your
Say exactly the fuck I feel with no disregard
David Blaine with this thang, mane, is this card?
This the trill nigga's region
You gon' to back the fuck down or pay allegiance
Momma them Louisiana, Cajun with the seas'nin
The King is on the throne, it's best you just appease him,

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

let the top off
Spring up with the ice in
Chop the block like a steak
They bust shots, to sender
Graduated as a corner bender from the school of
Showin' grill, pop pop the
Pop pop the
Neon real, bitch how it
How it
season all in her face
Eat the cake, don't forget to crumbs off the plate
candy flakes drip off the chrome
Sunshine won't me alone 'cause I keep a glow
When they throw a
it rains on my robes

Practice what I always
No hand-outs, bitch that reach
I'm holdin' on, competitin'
All that lame shit outta

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