Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club blowin' 80 (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
in the streets nigga the
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
like a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
stuntin' like a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I'm too 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
blowin' 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 years have been rusty
Have I been beating 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 haunts me
Calm on the surface but inside I'm
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking like 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 your and you
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the Tell me where you get the pills from
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 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 really
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too 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 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
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack your bags you had your chance might be the
Avalanche that it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
This my plan and lightning struck
Don't get in fires that my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' deeply tryna take spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is something that these don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase those
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades drop
Quit move me
mode is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
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,
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 blowin' all your money on the hoes and the bro
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

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