Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too for that)
like a maniac,
in the streets 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 stuntin' a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too for that)

on the bad slope, finna 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 do what I does, what's up
it do, what's up, what 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'll my last few years have been kinda rusty
Have I been myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they 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 but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking like fries and 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 you pull up in your whip and you
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills
I heard you came from the slums
the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out come
If you think it ain't comin' real dumb
That ain't a bag you off your talent
That is a allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you really
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
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 just do what I does, up
What it do, up, what it do
You're blowin' all money 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 expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' plays from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't fuck hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack bags you had your chance this might be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and wife
Bitch your is up
This my master plan and struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy is writing up
Been had the fucking game on
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' tryna take your spot
I can't erase thoughts,
my drive is something these fakes don't got
Their blurry tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it independent but you 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)

Niggas on the bad slope, crash woah
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 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 know (Nigga I'm too for that)

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