Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
like a maniac,
in the streets where the
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
like a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper (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, finna crash
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,
ho (I'm not too low-key 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 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 kinda rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I be
I slowed down, watching my as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the
These are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the crisis me
Calm on the but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", life is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers like fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you 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 wheels (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the from
I heard you from the real slums
the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you out will come
If you think it ain't comin' you're dumb
That ain't a bag you off your talent
is a label allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you could
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key 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,
yeah ho (I'm not too for that)
Nigga I just do 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)

I care less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't fuck hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack bags you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche that it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and beaters
your time is up
This my master plan and lightning
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna your spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase those
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
Quit move me
mode is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key 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 just do what I does, up
it do, what's up, what it do
You're blowin' all 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 for that
I'm too low-key for that