Luyện nghe bài hát Low

My beat low (my 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)
to tell her what you said, bro

Me, J, get too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too flows
Clique out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million car and violate it
Fly to on Sunday, land in France on Monday
Faded at the show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway
I even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage 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? Your life won't cost me
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me that button

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)
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 like my down low

Me, Nicki M, I got too wins
Pull up with them V twins in my
All this ice all around me a penguin
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm the kingpin
I up with a n-gga with a real big dick
That's just so good, man a can't quit
I ain't have a beat that a bitch ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a bitch ain't
You be on bull, you be on Scott Pippen
I be walkin', I'm limpin'
C's on my bag so think I'm crippin'
Every n-gga in here wanna know what I'm
Myx Moscato,
I a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're and they're thick
it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

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 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 told her 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.
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 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but not identical
I'll never trait on my squad,
hard, nigga, I'm Michael 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 gold on, I be up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you seen nothin'
At the club, their jaws drop when I up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my
I'm in here chillin' with my up
I told y'all I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, 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 her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil' momma know I my kisses down low