Luyện nghe bài hát Low Key

in the whip up, I don't give a fuck
Roll through my hood, say what's up, they know I'm up
hating all around me,
I keep the 40
Any problems with you niggas I'll just hit them up
We're chillin' bruh, yeah hoes are feelin' us
You niggas got a shitty swag, that's why them bitches with us
All everything, clothes and my whips too
chili
with a tooth
I could still these hoes and they would choose me
Sippin' Patron, blowing 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, what's up
up out my face though
Ace by the load
Just me and my nigga Pootie and
38
Chillin' up in VIP, now we're on the
I hold my own, I depend on no one to look out for me
Maintain, switch a couple lanes I blow this tree
When I ride by, hope ain't nobody notice me
Low key young nigga, yeah I'm livin'
Low key nigga the wild and crazy hood
Bitch you know just it is,
coppin' whips, cribs
Young Cash baby came twenty sixth
Extra good how we live, we takin' no more L's
Shoutout to my
gettin' in jail
eat
, gotta be the nigga with the
And brand new J's, fresh as hell,
I ain't lookin' for no
I get mine like a G, bitch I pay the 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,
her money for the bills
About to cop another whip, I got no record deal
My Cudder,
he just copped a house up in 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 wasn't no punch lines