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 low (my bass low)
I ride low (I low)
Used to her what you said, bro

Me, Juicy J, get too many
Me, J, get too many flows
Clique out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in on Monday
Faded at the show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway
I ain't even pack no clothes, nothin' but in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, with 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 homie? Your 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 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 know my ain't, low
Lil, momma I like my kisses down low

Me, M, I got too many wins
up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm the kingpin
I pull up a n-gga with a real big dick
just so good, man a bitch can't quit
I ain't ever have a that a bitch 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 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, they're pretty and thick
Bust it open quick, put that on his lips, bitch

My low (my beat 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

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 they '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 your card,
I'm a young boss, I'm runnin'
Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen
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 here chillin' with my up
I y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man time to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, 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 her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my down low