Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
in the streets where the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas I got my paper stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah stuntin' a maniac hold up (Somebody
let 'em know, I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
Tryna show the the cash flow (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
My foot is on the gas
Got my hat low, an asshole,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I just do what I does, up
What it do, up, what it do
blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I'll admit my last few have been kinda rusty
Have I beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I down, watching my peers as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These times are
I'm close to my midlife, the crisis me
Calm on the surface but inside I'm
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", life is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking fries and lunch meat
you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you looking so icy that I get the son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in your and you
stopped but somehow the spun (Damn)
Who is the for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you from the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do when your done?
Nigga the day that you out will come
If you think it ain't comin' you're real
That ain't a bag you made off your
That is a label
And we gon' see in the end if you really
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the the cash flow (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
My is on the gas though
Got my hat low, an asshole,
yeah ho (I'm not too for that)
Nigga I just do what I does, up
it do, what's up, what it do
You're blowin' all your on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too for that)

I could less about expensive gold chains
I'm more plays from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't fuck with who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm like it's the old days
So pack your bags you had your chance this be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
This my master plan and struck
Don't get in fires that my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the fucking game on
had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply take your spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is something that fakes don't got
Their vision tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
Quit move me
Beast is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
My foot is on the gas
Got my hat low, an asshole,
yeah ho (I'm not too for that)
I just do what I does, what's up
What it do, up, what it do
You're blowin' all your money on the and the cars bro
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

Nigga I'm too low-key for
I'm way too for that
Nigga I'm too for that
Nigga I'm too low-key for