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 beat low (my low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
to tell her what you said, bro

Me, Juicy J, get too hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too many
Clique ballin' out like the '98
Pull up in a dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on
at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway
I ain't even pack no clothes, but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage my model and her roommate
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' lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me that button

My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my low)
I ride low (I 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 told her 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 wins
up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the
I pull up with a n-gga with a real big
That's just so good, man a bitch quit
I ain't ever have a that a bitch ain't rip
I'm fly day but a bitch ain't trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Scott
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 a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're
it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

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 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 used to trap by the store, now taxed for the
a rap n-igga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, y'all not
At the top, man talkin' 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not
never trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron,
In words, you a fraud, nigga
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, their jaws drop when I pull up in Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still him out with my Timbs
I'm in chillin' with my feet up
I y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to all this weak stuff
Pull the up, watch me eat up

My low (my beat 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 told her it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
momma know I like my kisses down low