Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

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

Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, the fuck up
Top dropped the fuck and trunk popped the fuck up
Love you if you stayed and fuck you if you stuck up
Fuck, I'm 'bout to drop the slab off and the truck up
up in the Escalade, cup of Vodka
Un DS Jordan's I pulled 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 hoes if they ain't chose yet, they better choose him
Keep the movin', if you don't, you finna lose him
Better check the if you ain't heard the news, bitch

Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the
Pop the trunk twice the swangers on the side
the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been season
Practice what you preach, your eyes on the prize
Pop the twice with the swangers on the side
the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame 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 I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck that
Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the slab up and bring the truck
time, wreck your slab, I'm about to hit 'em hard
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 your card?
This the nigga's four-oh-nine region
You gon' have to back the down or pay allegiance
Momma them from Louisiana, with the seas'nin
The King is on the throne, it's best you just him, bitch

what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
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, 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

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

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

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