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 low (I ride low)
to tell her what you said, bro

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

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 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 ice all around me like a penguin
I talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a n-gga with a big dick
That's so good, man a bitch can't quit
I ain't ever have a beat that a 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 they think I'm
Every n-gga in here wanna know I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a pillow with me just because I'm of niggas
I'm with some girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips,

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)
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 kisses 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"
frontin', boy, y'all not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' 'bout 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 card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm runnin'
Call me King Tut, all this on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the tucked, you ain't seen nothin'
At the club, their jaws drop when I up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out 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 all this weak stuff
the beat up, watch 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' momma know I my kisses down low