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

Me, J, get too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too many
ballin' out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, grab a bitch off the runway
I even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way your budget
Who you playin' with lil homie? Your life won't cost me
Juicy J so presidential, make me press that button

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 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, momma I like my kisses down low

Me, Nicki M, I got too many
Pull up with them V in my engine
All ice all around me like a penguin
I talkin' 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 bitch rip
I'm fly day but a bitch ain't trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Pippen
I be walkin', I'm limpin'
C's on my bag so they I'm crippin'
Every n-gga in here wanna know I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of
I'm with flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

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