Luyện nghe bài hát Low

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

Me, Juicy J, get too many
Me, Juicy J, get too flows
Clique ballin' out like the '98
Pull up in a million car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, grab a bitch off the runway
I ain't even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my
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 n-gga you way outta your
Who you with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press button

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 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 know my ain't, low
Lil, momma know I like my kisses low

Me, M, I got too many wins
Pull up them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a
I talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the kingpin
I up with a n-gga with a real big dick
just so good, man a bitch can't quit
I ain't ever 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 pimp walkin', I'm
C's on my bag so think I'm crippin'
Every n-gga in here 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, pretty and they're thick
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 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 my prices ain't, low
Lil' know I like my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young rich n-gga to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
a rap n-igga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, y'all not
At the top, man talkin' 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not
I'll trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In words, you a fraud, nigga
I'll pull card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm runnin'
Call me Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't nothin'
At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in that
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' with my up
I told y'all I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, 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' know I like my kisses down low