Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

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

Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, the fuck up
Top dropped the fuck down and trunk the fuck up
Love you if you stayed down and fuck you if you 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 just up out the locker
Nina tucked with the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't her
Break you off somethin'
Been 'round Vogue tires wrapped around 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 finna him
check the timeline if you ain't heard the news, bitch

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

Mane, I'm a big baller holdin' big in my nutsack
Dirty South nigga, buck at me I'm buck back
Boys thought I wasn't back, nigga fuck that
Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the up and bring the truck back
Slab time, wreck your slab, I'm to hit 'em hard
Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in yard
Say exactly the fuck I feel with no disregard
Blaine with this thang, mane, is this your card?
This the trill four-oh-nine region
You gon' have to the fuck down or pay allegiance
Momma them Louisiana, Cajun with the seas'nin
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 twice with the swangers on the
Drop the top, chop the block for no
All this lame been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the
Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the
the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit 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 corner bender from the school of
Showin' grill, pop pop the
Pop pop the
Neon real, bitch how it
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 leave me alone 'cause I keep a glow
they throw a stone
When it on my robes

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

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 lame shit been, been 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 lame shit been, outta season