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 nigga where the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' 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 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
You're blowin' all 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 few years have been kinda rusty
Have I been myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of except nobody ties the bungee
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
you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you looking so icy that I get the son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in your and you
stopped but somehow the spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me you get the pills from
I heard you from the real slums
What the you gon' do when your deal's done?
the day that you fizzle out will come
If you think it comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off talent
is a label allowance
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 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 do what I does, what's up
it do, what's 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)

I care less about expensive gold chains
I'm more plays from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the 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' pants and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
This my master plan and struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy hands is up
Been had the fucking game on
Been had my pesos
plottin' deeply tryna take your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
Their vision tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades drop
Quit tryna me
mode is where my mind is usually
Y'all on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, crash 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,
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'm too low-key for that
I'm way too low-key for
Nigga I'm too low-key for
Nigga I'm too low-key for