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)
to tell her what you said, bro

Me, Juicy J, get too hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too many
Clique ballin' out like the '98
up in a million dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, 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 to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta your budget
Who you playin' with lil Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that

My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass 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 know my ain't, low
Lil, momma know I like my down low

Me, M, I got too many wins
up with 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
That's just so good, man a bitch quit
I ain't ever have a beat that a ain't 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'
n-gga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a pillow with me just because I'm of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips,

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 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 used to trap by the store, now for the flow
a rap n-igga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, not criminals
At the top, man talkin' '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,
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 tucked, you ain't seen nothin'
At the club, their jaws when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still him out with my Timbs
I'm in chillin' with my feet up
I told y'all I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the up, watch me eat up

My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my 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 kisses low