Luyện nghe bài hát Show Out Remix

[Hook: Roscoe

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

1: Prez]

Every time I show out, you know I the glow out
Girls around me wanna throw down, if I'm got my dough out
Mostly get the ones, you know I choose to keep ones
Like Usher, they my ones, and I love them good physique ones
You know I'mma show out, play my and go out
Speakers, yeah they blow out, like pimps I keep the out
This mixtape 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 some muthafuckas, I think they gon try me
always be spinnin', put your hands up, 'cuz we winnin'
Stay in church 'cuz I be sinnin', rewind beat to the beginning
(Yahh)
OK
OK

[Hook: Dash]

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 show you how I out

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

[Verse 2: Nasty

I'm 151 today, and maybe a blunt tonight
The way I'm takin' on this 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' what's on
Flip the lights on, still dark everywhere we out, it be a blackout, 'cuz we always
Gettin' crunk, crunk, crunk, high, high, high
Tryna with me, I wouldn't even try
Comin' in strapped, like everybody's gonna die
Stepped on the scene and had all the haters
My swag's on fire, can you see the glarin'
I'm down the freeway, stereo blarin'
be hatin' on the chain I be wearin'
I can rap on a beat without even
No doubt I be hearin' this cheerin'
I'm all my Benz, money, and strippers
'Cuz when I see the girls all wanna be strippin'
You wanna be young forever? come wit me
I'm no Jay-Z, but we smoke tree
Don't 'bout it, wit me it's free
OK
OK

[Hook: Roscoe

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