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 where the
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too 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 the hoes the cash 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 what I does, up
What it do, up, what 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'll admit my last few years have been rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my I must be
I slowed down, watching my as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith nobody ties the bungee
These are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the crisis 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 fries and 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 spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you came the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do when your done?
Nigga the day that you out will come
If you it ain't comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off your
is a label allowance
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 the hoes 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 just do what I does, up
What it do, up, what 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 care less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more plays from propane
Bitch this is no
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and want
the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack your bags you had your chance might be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' pants and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
my master plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in that my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the game on lock
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' tryna take your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my is something that these fakes don't got
Their vision blurry chase those thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
Quit tryna me
Beast mode is my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Louis and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key 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, what's up, 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)

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