Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

All this lame shit been, been outta
(been, been season)
Drop, chop the for no reason
Practice you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop, 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 on the prize
Pop, 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 body in a big body, prop the up
Top dropped the fuck and trunk 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
Laid up in the Escalade, cup of
Un DS Jordan's I just up out the locker
Nina tucked with the and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her
Break you off somethin'
Been 'round since Vogue tires around the Tru's rim
Tell them hoes if they chose yet, they better choose him
Keep the camera movin', if you don't, you lose him
Better check the timeline if you heard the news, bitch

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

Mane, I'm a big baller holdin' big balls in my
Dirty nigga, buck at me I'm finna buck back
Boys thought I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck
Shit, I'm to pick the slab up and bring the truck 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 with this thang, mane, is this your card?
This the nigga's four-oh-nine region
You gon' have to the fuck down or pay allegiance
Momma them from Louisiana, with the seas'nin
The King is on the throne, best you just appease him, bitch

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

let the top off
Spring up the ice in Winter
Chop the block like a dinner
They bust shots, to sender
Graduated as a bender from the school of trill
Showin' grill, pop pop the
Pop pop the
real, bitch how it feel?
How it
season all in her face
Eat the cake, don't to scrap crumbs off the plate
Them candy drip off the chrome
Sunshine won't leave me 'cause I keep a glow
they throw a stone
When it on my robes

Practice I always preach
No hand-outs, bitch stop that
I'm still on, competitin'
All that shit outta season

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