Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

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

Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, prop the 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 off and pick the truck up
up in the Escalade, cup of Vodka
Un DS Jordan's I pulled up out the locker
Nina with the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her
you off somethin' proper
Been 'round since tires wrapped around the Tru's rim
Tell them hoes if they ain't chose yet, better choose him
Keep the movin', if you don't, you finna lose him
Better the timeline if you ain't heard the news, bitch

what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice the swangers on the side
the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta
Practice what you preach, keep eyes on the prize
Pop the twice with 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 pick the slab up and the truck back
Slab time, wreck your slab, I'm to hit 'em hard
Swingin' on curb, best to get up in your yard
Say what the fuck I feel with no disregard
David Blaine with 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, Cajun with the
The King is on the throne, it's best you appease him, bitch

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

let the top off
Spring up the ice in Winter
Chop the block like a steak
They bust shots, to sender
Graduated as a corner bender the school of trill
grill, pop pop the seal
Pop pop the
Neon real, bitch how it
How it
Pringle all in her face
Eat the cake, forget to scrap crumbs off the plate
Them candy flakes drip off the
Sunshine leave me alone 'cause I keep a glow
When they throw a
it rains on my robes

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

Practice 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 lame 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, chop the block for no
All this lame shit been, been season