Luyện nghe bài hát Low

My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my 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)
Used to tell her you said, bro

Me, J, get too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too many
Clique out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million dollar car and it
Fly to on Sunday, land in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the
I even 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 you way outta your budget
Who you playin' with lil homie? Your life cost me nothin'
J so presidential, don't make me press that button

My beat low (my 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 ride low (I 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 my kisses down low

Me, Nicki M, I got too many
Pull up with V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me a penguin
I ain't talkin' but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up a n-gga with a real big dick
That's 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 ain't
You be on that bull, you be on Pippen
I be walkin', I'm limpin'
C's on my bag so think I'm crippin'
Every n-gga in here wanna know I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a pillow with me just I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips,

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 ride low (I 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
momma know I like my kisses 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, y'all not
At the top, man they talkin' killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not
I'll never on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron,
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 ain't nothin'
At the club, their jaws drop I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 20 heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs
I'm in here with my feet up
I told y'all that I'm 'bout to up
Man it's time to kill all weak stuff
Pull the beat up, 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 told her it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil' know I like my kisses down low