Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
in the streets 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' a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
show the hoes the cash 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 just do what I does, up
What it do, what's up, 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'll admit my last few years have been kinda
I been beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I down, watching my peers as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except ties the bungee
These times are
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 life is
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 flexing you looking so icy I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in whip and you
but somehow the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills
I heard you came the real slums
the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out will
If you think it ain't comin' real dumb
That ain't a bag you off your talent
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, crash woah
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,
ho (I'm not too low-key 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
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could care less about expensive gold
I'm more plays from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So your bags you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to baggy pants and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
This my master plan and lightning
Don't get in fires that my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the fucking game on
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' deeply take your spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is something that these fakes got
Their vision blurry tryna chase those
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my don't drop
Quit tryna me
Beast mode is where my is usually
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (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 is on the gas though
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, 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'm too low-key for that
I'm way too low-key for
Nigga I'm too low-key for
Nigga I'm too low-key for