Luyện nghe bài hát Show Out Remix

[Hook: Dash]

Oh
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 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 my dollars
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin there's no tomorrow

[Verse 1:

Every time I out, you know I bring the glow out
Girls around me wanna throw down, if I'm payin' got my out
Mostly get the ones, you know I choose to keep ones
Like Usher, my freak ones, and I love them good physique ones
You know I'mma show out, my songs and go out
Speakers, yeah they blow out, pimps I keep the hoes out
mixtape goin' gold, dawg, we breakin' the mold, dawg
This '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 they gon try jump me
Rims always be spinnin', put your up, 'cuz we winnin'
in church 'cuz I be sinnin', rewind this beat to the beginning
(Yahh)
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 my dollars
(Show out) I be all up in the mall, like there's no tomorrow
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my
(Show out) I be all up in the ballin like there's no tomorrow

2: Nasty Boi]

I'm feelin' 151 today, and maybe a blunt
The way I'm takin' Delta on this next flight, I'm 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 what's goin' 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, feeling like gonna die
Stepped on the scene and had all the starin'
My on fire, can you see the shit glarin'
I'm down the freeway, stereo blarin'
Everybody be hatin' on the I be wearin'
I can rap on a without even swearin'
No doubt I be hearin' this cheerin'
I'm all about my Benz, money, and
when I see the girls they all wanna be strippin'
You wanna be young Then come wit me
I'm no Jay-Z, but we that tree
Don't worry 'bout it, wit me free
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 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 about my
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin there's no tomorrow