Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
like a maniac,
in the streets nigga the
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
stuntin' like a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
My is on the gas though
Got my hat low, an asshole,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I just do I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all money on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too for that)

I'll admit my last few years have been rusty
Have I been myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, my peers as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except nobody the bungee
These are ugly
I'm to my midlife, the crisis haunts me
Calm on the but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you mills huh (Huh)
When you be you looking so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you up in your whip and you
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you came from the real
What the fuck you gon' do when your deal's
the day that you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain't you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off your
is a label allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you could
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
Tryna show the hoes the flow (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
My foot is on the gas
Got my hat low, an asshole,
yeah ho (I'm not too for that)
Nigga I do what I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could care less about expensive chains
I'm gettin' plays from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like the old days
So pack your bags you had your this might be the
Avalanche that it up
I'm to rockin' baggy pants and wife beaters
your time is up
This my plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in that my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the game on lock
Been had my copped
plottin' deeply tryna take your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades drop
tryna move me
Beast is where my mind is usually
focused on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I'm too for that)
My foot is on the gas
Got my hat low, an asshole,
yeah ho (I'm not too for that)
Nigga I just do I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all your money on the hoes and the bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

Nigga I'm too for that
I'm way too low-key for
I'm too low-key for that
Nigga I'm too low-key for