Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the club blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
Stuntin' 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)
stuntin' like a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, 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)
Nigga I just do what I does, 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 (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I'll admit my last few years have been rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they above me
rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These times are
I'm close to my midlife, the haunts 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 like and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making huh (Huh)
When you be you looking so icy that I get the chills 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?
the day that 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 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, finna crash
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, what's up, 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 care less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more plays from propane
this is no game
I fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack your bags you had your this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my hands is writing up
Been had the fucking game on
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' deeply tryna your spot
I can't erase thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
Their blurry tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my don't drop
Quit tryna me
Beast mode is where my mind is
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash (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 do what I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all your 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
Nigga I'm too for that
Nigga I'm too low-key for