Luyện nghe bài hát Low Key

in the whip rolling up, I don't give a
Roll through my hood, say what's up, they I'm coming up
Niggas hating all me,
I the 40 tucked
Any problems you niggas I'll just hit them killers up
We're chillin' bruh, these hoes are feelin' us
You niggas got a shitty swag, that's why them bitches here us
All black everything, clothes and my too
chili
a chipped tooth
I could still pull these hoes and would choose me
Sippin' Patron, blowing weed until I'm woozy
Niggas in the club who I fuck with trying to dap me up
Who is
Oh, you're doing
Oh, that's up
up out my face though
Ace by the load
me and my nigga Pootie Tang and
38
Chillin' up in VIP, now on the balcony
I my own, I don't depend on no one to look out for me
Maintain, switch a couple while I blow this tree
When I ride by, hope that ain't nobody me
Low key young nigga, yeah I'm good
Low key nigga from the and crazy hood
you know just what it is,
coppin' whips, cribs
Young Cash came February twenty sixth
Extra good how we live, we ain't takin' no L's
to my nigga?
gettin' in jail
eat
, gotta be the nigga with the
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 haggling or to make a bargain with me
Got that 650 IR black sittin'
Was a broke nigga, now I get this money like I
Got my ridin' Mercedez,
her money for the bills
About to cop another whip, I ain't got no record
My Cudder,
he just copped a up in them hills
Stacks on deck, now I'm to get these mills
For the glory, and I want it all at one
is real shit, there wasn't no corny punch lines