Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the club blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
like 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 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, finna crash
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, up, what 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 admit my last few years have been rusty
Have I been myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except nobody the bungee
These are ugly
I'm to my midlife, the crisis haunts me
Calm on the but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", life is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, looking like 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 that I get the son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in whip and you
stopped but somehow the spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the from
I heard you came the real slums
What the fuck you do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out come
If you think it ain't comin' you're real
ain't a bag you made off your talent
That is a label
And we see in the end if you really could
pay off the balance, bitch (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 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, 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 could care less about gold chains
I'm gettin' more plays spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't fuck with hoes who hang rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like the old days
So pack your you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm to rockin' baggy 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 fucking game on
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' deeply tryna your spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is something that these don't got
Their blurry tryna chase those thots
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my don't drop
Quit tryna me
Beast mode is where my mind is
Y'all on Louis 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 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
it do, what's 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)

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