Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

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

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
Tryna show the hoes the cash (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 just do what I does, up
What it do, up, what it do
You're all your money on the hoes and the cars bro
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I'll my last few years have been kinda rusty
I been beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as rise above me
'Cause rap's a of faith except nobody ties the bungee
times are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the haunts me
Calm on the surface but inside I'm
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking fries and lunch meat
you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you looking so icy that I get the 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 the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do when deal's done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out will
If you think it ain't comin' you're dumb
That ain't a bag you off your talent
That is a allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you could
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key 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
it do, what's up, what it do
You're blowin' all your money on the and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too for that)

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

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
Tryna show the the cash flow (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
My foot is on the gas
Got my hat low, an asshole,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I do what 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 (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

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