Luyện nghe bài hát Show Out Remix

[Hook: Roscoe

Oh
I go I
up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I out
I go I
up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me you how I show out

(Show out) Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I'm all about my
(Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin like there's no
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all my dollars
(Show out) I be all up in the mall like there's no tomorrow

[Verse 1:

Every time I show out, you I bring the glow out
Girls me wanna throw down, if I'm payin' got my dough out
Mostly get the free ones, you know I to keep ones
Like Usher, they my freak ones, and I love them physique ones
You know I'mma show out, my songs and go out
Speakers, yeah they blow out, like pimps I keep the out
This goin' gold, dawg, we breakin' the mold, dawg
game's 'bout to unfold, dawg, so icy, that we we cold, dawg
Someone pass the dutchie, this girl wanna touch me
And I see muthafuckas, I think they gon try jump me
Rims be spinnin', put your hands up, 'cuz we winnin'
Stay in church 'cuz I be sinnin', rewind this beat to the
(Yahh)
OK
OK

[Hook: Roscoe

I go I
up and I go out
I got of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
I go I
up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me you how I show out

(Show out) Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I'm all my dollars
(Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin like there's no
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin there's no tomorrow

[Verse 2: Boi]

I'm feelin' 151 today, and maybe a tonight
The way I'm takin' Delta on next flight, I'm ridin' on an airplane
Got my rockstar cats on the side, 'em High Street, blowin' the roof off this bitch
Fistpumpin' you know we be so stoned not knowin' goin' on
Flip the on, still dark everywhere we out, it be a blackout, 'cuz we always spark
crunk, crunk, crunk, gettin' high, high, high
Tryna fight me, I wouldn't even try
Comin' in strapped, feeling everybody's gonna die
Stepped on the scene and had all the starin'
My swag's on fire, can you see the shit
I'm whippin' down the freeway, stereo
Everybody be on the chain I be wearin'
I can rap on a beat without even
No doubt I be hearin' crowd cheerin'
I'm all about my Benz, money, and
'Cuz when I see the they all wanna be strippin'
You wanna be young forever? come wit me
I'm no Jay-Z, but we smoke tree
Don't worry 'bout it, wit me it's
OK
OK

[Hook: Roscoe

I go I
up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me you how I show out
I go I
up and I go out
I got of gwalla, let me show you how I show out

(Show out) Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I'm all about my
(Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin like there's no
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all my dollars
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like no tomorrow