Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
in the streets nigga the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah stuntin' 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,
yeah ho (I'm not too 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)

admit my last few years have been kinda rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I be
I slowed down, watching my peers as rise above me
'Cause rap's a of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These are ugly
I'm to my midlife, the crisis haunts me
on the surface but inside I'm grumpy
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)
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 for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you came the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do 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 your
is a label allowance
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, finna woah
Tryna show the hoes the 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, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all your on the hoes and the cars bro
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could care less about expensive chains
I'm gettin' more plays from propane
Bitch this is no
I don't fuck with hoes who hang rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' it's the old days
So your bags you had your chance this might be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and beaters
Bitch your is up
my master plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in that my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the game on lock
had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna your spot
I can't erase thoughts,
my drive is something that these fakes got
Their vision blurry tryna those thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
tryna move me
Beast 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 the cash flow (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)
I just do what I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're all your money on the hoes and the cars bro
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

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