Luyện nghe bài hát Low

My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my low)
I ride low (I low)
Used to tell her you said, bro

Me, Juicy J, get too hoes
Me, J, get too many flows
Clique ballin' out like the '98
Pull up in a million dollar car and it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, tryna a bitch off the runway
I ain't pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta budget
Who you playin' with lil homie? Your life cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me that button

My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
Low

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil, momma know I like my kisses low

Me, M, I got too many wins
up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all me like a penguin
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the
I pull up a n-gga with a real big dick
just so good, man a bitch can't quit
I ain't ever have a that a bitch ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a bitch trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Scott
I be walkin', I'm limpin'
C's on my bag so think I'm crippin'
n-gga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a pillow with me because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and thick
Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips,

My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
Low

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young rich n-gga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the
Tell a rap n-igga, "I'm not you"
frontin', boy, y'all not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' killin' you
Got two 9's but not identical
I'll never trait on my squad,
hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud,
I'll your card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm runnin'
Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't nothin'
At the club, jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, stomp him out with my Timbs
I'm in here with my feet up
I told y'all that I'm to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this stuff
the beat up, watch me eat up

My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (she go low)
My low (she go low)
I low (she go low)
She go low (she go low)
Low (yeah)

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my down low