Luyện nghe bài hát Low

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

Me, Juicy J, get too many
Me, Juicy J, get too many
Clique ballin' out the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million 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 ain't 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 ain't no
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way your budget
Who you playin' with lil homie? Your life won't cost me
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press button

My beat low (my 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 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

Me, Nicki M, I got too many
Pull up with them V twins in my
All this ice all around me like a
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm the kingpin
I pull up with a n-gga a real big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch quit
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch rip
I'm fly day but a bitch 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 I'm crippin'
Every n-gga in here wanna what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a pillow with me because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some girls, they're pretty and they're thick
it open quick, put that 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 low (my beat 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 her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma I like my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young rich n-gga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the
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 trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron,
In other words, you a fraud,
I'll your card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm shit
Call me King Tut, all gold on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen
At the club, their drop when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my
I'm in here chillin' my feet up
I told that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this weak
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 my prices ain't, low
Lil' know I like my kisses down low