Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

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

Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, the fuck up
Top dropped the down and trunk popped the fuck up
Love you if you stayed and fuck you if you stuck up
Fuck, I'm to drop 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
tucked with the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her
Break you off somethin'
Been 'round since Vogue tires wrapped the Tru's rim
Tell them hoes if they ain't chose yet, better choose him
Keep the movin', if you don't, you finna lose him
Better check the if you ain't heard the news, bitch

Practice what you preach, keep your eyes on the
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 your eyes on the
Pop the trunk twice 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 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 to pick the slab up and bring the truck back
Slab time, wreck slab, I'm about to hit 'em hard
Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in yard
Say exactly what the fuck I with no disregard
David Blaine 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 is on the throne, it's best you just appease him, bitch

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 lame shit been, been outta season
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 lame shit 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
as a corner bender from the school of trill
Showin' grill, pop pop the
Pop pop the
Neon real, bitch how it
How it
Pringle all in her face
Eat the cake, don't forget to scrap crumbs off the
candy flakes drip off the chrome
Sunshine won't leave me alone 'cause I keep a
When throw a stone
When it rains on my

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

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