Luyện nghe bài hát Low

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

Me, Juicy J, get too many
Me, Juicy J, get too flows
Clique ballin' out the '98 Lakers
up in a million dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, tryna a bitch off the runway
I even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, with 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 outta budget
Who you playin' with lil Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't me press that button

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 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 know my ain't, low
Lil, momma know I my kisses down low

Me, Nicki M, I got too wins
up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all me like a penguin
I ain't talkin' 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 a beat that a bitch ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a ain't 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'
Every n-gga in here wanna what 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 pretty and they're
it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my 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 told her it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil' 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, not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' killin' you
Got two 9's but not identical
I'll never trait on my squad,
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron,
In words, you a fraud, nigga
I'll pull your card,
I'm a boss, I'm runnin' shit
Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen
At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in 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 to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this 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
Lil' momma know I like my kisses low