Luyện nghe bài hát Low

My low (my beat 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 many
Me, Juicy J, get too flows
Clique out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million dollar car and it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in on Monday
at the fashion show, tryna grab 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 you way outta your budget
Who you with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that

My low (my beat 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)
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 I like my kisses down low

Me, Nicki M, I got too many
up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm 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 ain't 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 some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put pussy on his lips, bitch

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 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
Lil' momma know I like my down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
rich n-gga used 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 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but not identical
I'll trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud,
pull your card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm shit
Call me King Tut, all this on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you seen nothin'
At the club, their jaws when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still him out with my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' with my up
I told y'all I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this weak
Pull the up, watch me eat up

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