Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

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

on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the flow (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
My is on the gas though
Got my hat low, an asshole,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I just do I does, what's up
What it do, up, what it do
You're blowin' all 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 years have been kinda
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they rise me
'Cause a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee
times are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the crisis me
on the surface but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you mills huh (Huh)
you be flexing you looking so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you up in your whip and you
stopped but somehow the spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me you get the pills from
I heard you from the real slums
the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day you fizzle out will come
If you it ain't comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off talent
That is a label
And we see in the end if you really could
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, crash woah
Tryna the hoes 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 money on the hoes and the bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could care less about gold chains
I'm gettin' more plays from propane
Bitch is no game
I don't fuck with who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old
So pack your bags you had your chance this be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and beaters
your time is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the fucking game on
Been had my copped
Been plottin' deeply take your spot
I can't erase thoughts,
my drive is something these fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase thots
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
tryna move me
Beast mode is where my is usually
focused on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

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

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