Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

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

Mane, I'm a big body in a big body, the fuck up
Top the fuck down and trunk popped the fuck up
Love you if you stayed down and you if you stuck up
Fuck, I'm 'bout to drop the off and pick the truck up
up in the Escalade, cup of Vodka
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 proper
Been 'round since Vogue tires around the Tru's rim
Tell them hoes if they ain't yet, they better choose him
Keep the camera movin', if you don't, you lose him
Better the timeline if you ain't heard the news, bitch

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

Mane, I'm a big baller holdin' big in my nutsack
Dirty nigga, buck at me I'm finna buck back
Boys thought I wasn't comin' back, nigga that
Shit, I'm to pick the slab up and bring the truck back
Slab time, your slab, I'm about to hit 'em hard
Swingin' on curb, best to get up in your yard
Say exactly the fuck I feel with no disregard
David Blaine with thang, mane, is this your card?
the trill nigga's four-oh-nine region
You gon' have to back the fuck or pay allegiance
Momma them from Louisiana, 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 twice 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 the trunk twice with the swangers on the
the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, outta season

let the top off
Spring up the ice in Winter
the block like a steak dinner
They bust shots, return to
Graduated as a corner from the school of trill
Showin' grill, pop pop the
Pop pop the
Neon real, how it feel?
How it
Pringle all in her face
Eat the cake, don't forget to scrap crumbs off the
Them candy drip off the chrome
Sunshine won't leave me alone 'cause I keep a
When throw a stone
it rains on my robes

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

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