Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

All this lame shit been, been outta
(been, outta season)
Drop, chop the block for no
Practice what you preach, keep eyes on the prize
Pop, 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, 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 body in a big body, prop the up
Top dropped the fuck down and 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
Laid up in the Escalade, cup of
Un DS Jordan's I just up out the locker
Nina tucked with the and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her
Break you off somethin'
'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 finna him
Better check the timeline if you ain't heard the news,

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 this lame shit been, been season
what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop the twice 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 baller big balls in my nutsack
Dirty South nigga, buck at me I'm finna back
thought I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck that
Shit, I'm 'bout to the slab up and bring the truck back
Slab time, wreck your slab, I'm about to hit 'em
Swingin' on your curb, to get up in your yard
Say what the fuck I feel with no disregard
David Blaine with this thang, mane, is your card?
This the trill four-oh-nine region
You gon' have to back the fuck or pay allegiance
Momma them from Louisiana, Cajun with the
The King is on the throne, best you just appease him, bitch

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

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

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

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