Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
like a maniac,
in the streets nigga the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah stuntin' like a maniac 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 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 know (Nigga I'm too for that)

admit my last few years have been kinda rusty
Have I been beating up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith nobody ties the bungee
times are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the haunts 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, looking 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 up in your whip and you
but somehow the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the from
I heard you from the real slums
What the you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain't you're real dumb
ain't a bag you made off your talent
That is a label
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 flow (Nigga I'm too 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, what's up, 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 could less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' plays from spittin' propane
this is no game
I fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old
So pack your you had your chance this might be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' pants and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
This my master plan and lightning
Don't get caught in that my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna take spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is something these fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase those
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades drop
Quit move me
Beast mode is my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Louis and
Gucci, I you (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 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 your money on the hoes and the 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 low-key for
I'm too low-key for that