Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
in the streets nigga the
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
like a maniac,
ask bitch I got my paper stacked (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 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,
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 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'll admit my last few years been kinda rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I be
I down, watching my peers as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the
times are ugly
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", because is complete
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 seen you pull up in your 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 the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do when your deal's
Nigga the day that you fizzle out come
If you think it ain't comin' real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off your
That is a allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you could
pay off the balance, bitch (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 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
it do, what's up, what it do
You're blowin' all your on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too for that)

I could care less expensive gold chains
I'm more plays from spittin' propane
this is no game
I don't fuck with who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack your you had your chance this might be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and wife
your time is up
This my plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my hands 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 that fakes don't got
vision blurry tryna chase those thots
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my don't drop
Quit move me
Beast is where my mind is usually
Y'all on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, crash 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 what I does, up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all your money on the and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

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