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 streets where the
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah stuntin' like a maniac up (Somebody
let 'em know, I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
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)
I just do what I does, what's up
What it do, up, what 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)

admit my last few years have been kinda rusty
Have I beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they rise me
'Cause a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee
times are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the haunts me
Calm on the but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", life is complete
I'm hungry, rappers 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 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 from the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do when your deal's
Nigga the day you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain't you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you off your talent
That is a label
And we see in the end if you really could
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, 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 just do 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
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could care less about gold chains
I'm gettin' more plays from spittin'
this is no game
I don't fuck with who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' it's the old days
So pack bags you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche that it up
I'm to rockin' baggy pants and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
This my master plan and struck
Don't get caught in fires my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the game on lock
had my pesos copped
Been deeply tryna take your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is something that fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna those thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't drop
tryna move me
Beast mode is my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (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 just do I does, what's up
it do, what's up, what 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)

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