Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

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

Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, the fuck up
Top dropped the fuck and trunk popped the fuck up
Love you if you stayed down and you if you stuck up
Fuck, I'm 'bout to the slab off and pick the truck up
Laid up in the Escalade, cup of
Un DS Jordan's I just 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, they better him
the camera movin', if you don't, you finna lose him
Better check the timeline if you ain't heard the news,

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

Mane, I'm a big holdin' big balls in my nutsack
Dirty South nigga, at me I'm finna buck back
Boys thought I wasn't comin' back, fuck that
Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the slab up and the truck back
time, wreck your slab, I'm about to hit 'em hard
Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in your
Say what the fuck I feel with no disregard
David with this thang, mane, is this your card?
the trill nigga's four-oh-nine region
You gon' to back the fuck down or pay allegiance
Momma them Louisiana, Cajun with the seas'nin
The King is on the throne, it's best you just appease him,

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

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

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

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