Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

All this lame shit been, been outta
(been, been season)
Drop, the block for no reason
Practice you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop, pop the twice 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 eyes on the prize
Pop, pop the trunk twice the swangers on the side
the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame 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 and fuck 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 just pulled up out the
Nina with the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her
you off somethin' proper
Been 'round since Vogue tires around the Tru's rim
Tell them hoes if they 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 your on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the on the side
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 with the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the block for no
All this lame been, been outta season

Mane, I'm a big baller big balls in my nutsack
South nigga, buck at me I'm finna buck back
Boys thought I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck
Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the up and bring the truck back
Slab time, wreck your slab, I'm about to hit 'em
Swingin' on curb, best to get up in your yard
Say exactly what the fuck I feel with no
David Blaine with this thang, mane, is this 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 you just appease him, bitch

what you preach, keep your 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, outta season
Practice what you preach, keep your 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

let the top off
Spring up the ice in Winter
Chop the like a steak dinner
bust shots, return to sender
Graduated as a corner from the school of trill
Showin' grill, pop pop the
Pop pop the
Neon real, how it feel?
How it
season all in her face
Eat the cake, forget to scrap crumbs off the plate
Them candy drip off the chrome
won't leave me alone 'cause I keep a glow
When throw a stone
it rains on my robes

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

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