Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Season

All this lame shit been, been season
(been, been season)
Drop, chop the block for no
Practice what you preach, keep eyes on the prize
Pop, pop the trunk twice the swangers on the side
Drop the top, chop the block for no
All this lame shit been, been outta
Practice what you preach, keep eyes on the prize
Pop, pop the trunk twice with the on the side
Drop the top, the block for no reason
All this shit been, 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 the slab off and pick the truck up
up in the Escalade, cup of Vodka
Un DS Jordan's I pulled up out the locker
tucked with the chopper and if I pop her, you couldn't stop her
Break you off somethin'
Been since Vogue tires wrapped around the Tru's rim
Tell them hoes if they ain't chose yet, they choose him
Keep the camera movin', if you don't, you finna him
Better check the timeline if you ain't the news, bitch

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

Mane, I'm a big holdin' big balls in my nutsack
South nigga, buck at me I'm finna buck back
Boys thought I wasn't comin' back, nigga fuck
Shit, I'm 'bout to pick the slab up and the truck back
Slab time, your slab, I'm about to hit 'em hard
Swingin' on your curb, best to get up in yard
Say what the fuck I feel with no disregard
David Blaine this thang, mane, is this your card?
This the trill four-oh-nine region
You have to back the fuck down or pay allegiance
Momma them from Louisiana, Cajun the seas'nin
The King is on the throne, it's best you appease him, bitch

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

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

Practice I always preach
No hand-outs, bitch that reach
I'm holdin' on, competitin'
All that lame shit 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
Practice what you preach, keep eyes on the prize
Pop the trunk twice with the on the side
the top, chop the block for no reason
All this lame shit been, been outta