Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

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

Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, the fuck up
Top dropped the down and trunk popped the fuck up
you if you stayed down and fuck you if you stuck up
Fuck, I'm 'bout to drop the slab off and the truck up
Laid up in the Escalade, cup of
Un DS Jordan's I pulled up out the locker
Nina with the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her
Break you off proper
Been 'round since Vogue tires wrapped around the rim
Tell them hoes if they ain't chose yet, better choose him
Keep the camera movin', if you don't, you lose him
Better check the timeline if you ain't heard the news,

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

Mane, I'm a big baller holdin' big balls in my
Dirty nigga, buck at me I'm finna buck 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 to hit 'em hard
Swingin' on curb, best to get up in your yard
Say exactly what the fuck I feel with no
David Blaine with this thang, mane, is your card?
This the trill nigga's region
You gon' have to back the fuck down or pay
Momma them from Louisiana, Cajun with the
The King is on the throne, it's best you appease him, bitch

what you preach, keep your eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the on the side
Drop the top, the block for no reason
All this shit been, been outta season
Practice what you preach, keep your on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the swangers on the
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
Chop the block like a steak
They shots, return to sender
Graduated as a bender from the school of trill
grill, pop pop the seal
Pop pop the
real, bitch how it feel?
How it
Pringle all in her face
Eat the cake, don't to scrap crumbs off the plate
Them flakes drip off the chrome
Sunshine won't leave me 'cause I keep a glow
When throw a stone
it rains on my robes

Practice what I preach
No hand-outs, bitch stop that
I'm still on, competitin'
All that shit outta season

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