Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

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

Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, the fuck up
Top dropped the down and trunk popped the fuck up
Love you if you stayed down and you if you stuck up
Fuck, I'm 'bout to drop the slab off and pick the 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 wrapped the Tru's rim
Tell them hoes if they ain't chose yet, better choose him
Keep the camera movin', if you don't, you lose him
Better the timeline if you ain't heard the news, bitch

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

Mane, I'm a big baller big balls in my nutsack
Dirty South nigga, at me I'm finna buck back
Boys thought I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck
Shit, I'm 'bout to the slab up and bring the truck back
Slab time, wreck slab, I'm about to hit 'em hard
Swingin' on curb, best to get up in your yard
Say exactly what the fuck I with no disregard
David Blaine this thang, mane, is this your card?
This the trill nigga's four-oh-nine
You have to back the fuck down or pay allegiance
Momma them from Louisiana, Cajun with the
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 swangers on the
Drop the top, chop the block for no
All this shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, your eyes 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, been season

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

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

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 season
Practice what you preach, keep eyes 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, been outta