Luyện nghe bài hát Low Key

in the whip rolling up, I give a fuck
Roll through my hood, say what's up, they know I'm up
Niggas hating all me,
I keep the 40
Any problems with you niggas I'll just hit them up
We're chillin' bruh, these hoes are feelin' us
You niggas got a shitty swag, that's why them bitches here us
All everything, clothes and my whips too
bowl
with a chipped
I could still pull these hoes and they would me
that Patron, blowing weed until I'm woozy
Niggas in the who I don't fuck with trying to dap me up
Who is
Oh, doing what?
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 we're on the
I hold my own, I don't depend on no one to out for me
Maintain, switch a couple lanes while I blow tree
When I by, hope that ain't nobody notice me
Low key young nigga, yeah I'm livin'
Low key nigga from the and crazy hood
you know just what it is,
coppin' whips, coppin'
Young Cash came February twenty sixth
Extra good how we live, we takin' no more L's
Shoutout to my
gettin' bread in
eat
, gotta be the nigga the paper
And them brand new J's, as hell,
I lookin' for no favors
I get mine like a G, I pay the whole fee
Ain't no haggling or trying to make a with me
Got that 650 IR black good
Was a broke nigga, now I get this money like I
Got my mama Mercedez,
send her 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 it all at one time
This is real shit, there no corny punch lines