Luyện nghe bài hát Low

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

Me, Juicy J, get too hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too many
ballin' out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, grab a bitch off the runway
I ain't even 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 ain't no
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way your budget
Who you playin' with lil homie? Your won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press button

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

Me, Nicki M, I got too many
Pull up with V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a
I ain't bowlin' but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a with a real big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch 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 Pippen
I be pimp walkin', I'm
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 with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, pretty and they're thick
it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass 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 told her it down, low
I do a verse, you my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my down low

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

My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my 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 my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my down low