Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

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

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
Tryna show the hoes the 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
What it do, 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)

I'll admit my last few have been kinda rusty
Have I been myself up, in my mind I must be
I down, watching my peers as they rise above me
rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These times are
I'm close to my midlife, the crisis me
Calm on the surface but I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", life is complete
I'm hungry, rappers 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 I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in whip and you
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the from
I heard you came from the slums
What the fuck you gon' do your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out will
If you think it ain't comin' real dumb
That ain't a bag you off your talent
That is a label
And we see in the end if you really could
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, 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,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I do what I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
blowin' all your money on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more from spittin' propane
this is no game
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm like it's the old days
So pack your bags you had chance this might be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
This my plan and lightning struck
Don't get in fires that my ashy hands is writing up
had the fucking game on lock
Been had my copped
Been plottin' deeply take your spot
I can't erase thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
Their blurry tryna chase those thots
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
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, finna woah
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 just do 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)

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