Luyện nghe bài hát Low Key

in the whip rolling up, I don't a fuck
Roll my hood, say what's up, they know I'm coming up
hating all around me,
I the 40 tucked
Any with you niggas I'll just hit them killers up
We're chillin' bruh, these hoes are feelin' us
You niggas got a shitty swag, why them bitches here with us
All everything, clothes and my whips too
chili
with a chipped
I could still pull hoes and they would choose me
Sippin' that Patron, weed until I'm woozy
Niggas in the club who I don't fuck trying to dap me up
Who is
Oh, you're doing
Oh, that's up
Fuck up out my face
Ace by the load
Just me and my nigga Tang and
38
Chillin' up in VIP, now on the balcony
I hold my own, I don't on no one to look out for me
Maintain, switch a lanes while I blow this tree
When I by, hope that ain't nobody notice me
Low key nigga, yeah I'm livin' good
Low key nigga from the and crazy hood
you know just what it is,
coppin' whips, cribs
Young Cash baby came twenty sixth
Extra good how we live, we takin' no more L's
to my nigga?
gettin' bread in
eat
, be the nigga with the paper
And them new J's, fresh as hell,
I ain't lookin' for no
I get mine like a G, I pay the whole fee
Ain't no or trying to make a bargain with me
Got 650 IR black sittin' good
Was a broke nigga, now I get this money I should
Got my mama Mercedez,
send her for the bills
to cop another whip, I ain't got no record deal
My Cudder,
he copped a house up in them hills
on deck, now I'm trying to get these mills
For the glory, and I want it all at one
This is real shit, there no corny punch lines