Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the club blowin' 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)
like a maniac,
ask bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah like a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash 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 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 (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I'll admit my last few have been kinda rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of except nobody ties the bungee
These are ugly
I'm to my midlife, the crisis haunts me
Calm on the surface but I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because is complete
I'm hungry, rappers looking like 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 wheels (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? me where you get the pills from
I heard you came the real slums
What the fuck you do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain't you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off talent
is a label allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you could
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too 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)
I just do what I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all your money on the hoes and the bro
It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too for that)

I could care less about expensive gold
I'm gettin' more plays spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm like it's the old days
So pack your you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to baggy pants and wife beaters
your time is up
This my plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires my ashy hands is writing up
had the fucking game on lock
Been had my copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is something these 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
Quit tryna me
Beast mode is where my mind is
Y'all on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
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
it do, what's up, what it do
You're blowin' all your money on the and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too for that)

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