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 low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
Used to tell her you said, bro

Me, Juicy J, get too hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too flows
Clique out like the '98 Lakers
up in a million dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on
Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a off the runway
I even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
her on the mic, menage 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 budget
Who you playin' with lil Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that

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

Me, Nicki M, I got too wins
Pull up them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me a penguin
I talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a with a real big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch can't
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch rip
I'm fly every day but a bitch 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 know I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put 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 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 know my ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young n-gga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
Tell a rap n-igga, "I'm not you"
Stop frontin', boy, not criminals
At the top, man they 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not
I'll never trait on my squad,
hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud,
I'll your card, nigga
I'm a boss, I'm runnin' shit
Call me King Tut, all this on, I be blinged up
If try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothin'
At the club, jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still 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 weak
the beat up, watch me eat up

My beat low (my 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 like my down low