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 low (my beat 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 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
Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the
I ain't even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my
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 you way outta your budget
Who you playin' with lil homie? life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press button

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 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 I like my kisses down low

Me, M, I got too many wins
Pull up them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me a penguin
I ain't bowlin' but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a n-gga with a big dick
just 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 in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a pillow with me because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're
Bust it quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

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 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 my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young rich n-gga used to by the store, now taxed for the flow
a rap n-igga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' 'bout you
Got two 9's but they're not
I'll never trait on my squad,
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud,
I'll pull your card,
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 things tucked, you ain't seen
At the club, their jaws when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 20 heats, still stomp 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 stuff
the beat up, watch me eat up

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