Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

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

Mane, I'm a big in a big body, prop the fuck up
Top dropped the fuck and trunk popped the fuck up
Love you if you down and fuck you if you stuck up
Fuck, I'm 'bout to drop the off and pick the truck up
Laid up in the Escalade, cup of
Un DS Jordan's I just pulled up out the
Nina tucked the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her
Break you off proper
'round since Vogue tires wrapped around the Tru's rim
Tell hoes if they ain't chose yet, they better choose him
Keep the camera movin', if you don't, you lose him
Better check the timeline if you heard the news, bitch

Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the
Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the
Drop the top, chop the for no reason
All lame shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the
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 holdin' big balls in my
Dirty South nigga, buck at me I'm finna back
Boys thought I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck
Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the slab up and bring the 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 feel with no
Blaine with this thang, mane, is this your card?
This the trill nigga's four-oh-nine
You gon' have to back the fuck or pay allegiance
Momma them from Louisiana, with the seas'nin
The King is on the throne, it's you just appease him, bitch

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

let the top off
Spring up with the ice in
Chop the like a steak dinner
They bust shots, to sender
as a corner 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, forget to scrap crumbs off the plate
Them candy flakes drip off the
won't leave me alone 'cause I keep a glow
When throw a stone
When it rains on my

what I always preach
No hand-outs, bitch stop reach
I'm still on, competitin'
All lame shit outta season

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