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 streets where the
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah stuntin' like a maniac up (Somebody
let 'em know, I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna 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)
I just do what I does, what's up
What it do, up, what 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'll admit my last few years have kinda rusty
Have I beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, my peers as they 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
Calm on the surface but I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers like fries and lunch meat
you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you looking so icy I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you up in your whip and you
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? me where you get the pills from
I heard you came from the real
the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day you fizzle out will come
If you it ain't comin' you're real dumb
That a bag you made off your talent
That is a label
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 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 do what 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
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I care less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' plays from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't fuck with who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like the old days
So pack your bags you had chance this might be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to baggy pants and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy is writing up
Been had the fucking game on
Been had my copped
plottin' deeply tryna take your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is something that fakes don't got
Their vision tryna chase those thots
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
tryna move me
Beast mode is where my is usually
Y'all focused on Louis and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna 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, up, what it do
You're blowin' all your money on the 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
Nigga I'm too low-key for
Nigga I'm too low-key for