Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

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

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
show 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,
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 your money on the hoes and the 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 rusty
I been beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I down, watching my peers as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except ties the bungee
These times are
I'm to my midlife, the crisis haunts me
Calm on the but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers like fries and lunch meat
you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you 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 for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you came the real slums
the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day you fizzle out will come
If you think it comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off talent
That is a label
And we gon' see in the end if you really
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna 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 do what I does, what's up
What it do, 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)

I could care less about expensive chains
I'm gettin' plays from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't fuck with hoes who hang rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old
So pack your you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche that it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and wife
your time is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy is writing up
Been had the game on lock
Been had my copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna take spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is something that fakes don't got
Their vision blurry chase those thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't drop
tryna move me
Beast is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Louis and
Gucci, I told you (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 do what I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, 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)

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