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
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too for that)
stuntin' like a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, 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 just do what I does, up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all your on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I'll 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 rise me
'Cause rap's a of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These times are
I'm close to my midlife, the haunts me
Calm on the surface but I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you looking so icy I get the chills son (Huh)
I you pull up in your whip and you
stopped but somehow the wheels (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills
I heard you came from the slums
What the fuck you gon' do 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, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna 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)
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 more plays from spittin' propane
this is no game
I don't fuck hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack your you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' pants and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna your spot
I can't erase thoughts,
my is something that these fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna those thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my don't drop
tryna move me
Beast is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash 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)
Nigga I do what 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)

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