Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

All this lame shit been, been outta
(been, outta season)
Drop, chop the block for no
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the
Pop, 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, pop the twice with the swangers on the side
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, prop the up
Top dropped the fuck down and trunk popped the up
Love you if you stayed down and you if you stuck up
Fuck, I'm 'bout to drop the slab off and the truck up
Laid up in the Escalade, cup of
Un DS Jordan's I pulled up out the locker
Nina tucked the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her
you off somethin' proper
Been since Vogue tires wrapped around the Tru's rim
Tell them hoes if ain't 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 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, outta 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 been, been outta season

Mane, I'm a big baller big balls in my nutsack
Dirty South nigga, buck at me I'm buck back
Boys I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck that
Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the slab up and bring the truck
Slab time, wreck your slab, I'm to hit 'em hard
Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in yard
Say exactly what the fuck I feel no disregard
David Blaine this thang, mane, is this your card?
This the nigga's four-oh-nine region
You gon' 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 appease him, bitch

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

let the top off
Spring up the ice in Winter
Chop the block a steak dinner
They shots, return to sender
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 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
When they throw a
it rains on my robes

Practice what I always
No hand-outs, bitch stop that
I'm holdin' on, competitin'
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, chop the for no reason
All this shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, keep eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta