Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the club blowin' 80 racks (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 I got my paper stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah like a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash (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, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all money on the hoes and the cars bro
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I'll admit my last few have been kinda rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I be
I slowed down, watching my as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the haunts me
on the surface but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking like fries and lunch
you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you looking so icy I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you up in your whip and you
stopped but somehow the wheels (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the from
I heard you came from the slums
What the fuck you do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day you fizzle out will come
If you it ain't comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off your
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 cash flow (Nigga I'm too 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 your money on the 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 gettin' plays from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I fuck 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
your time is up
This my master plan and lightning
Don't get caught in fires my ashy hands is writing up
had the fucking game on lock
Been had my pesos
Been deeply tryna take your spot
I can't erase thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
Their vision tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades drop
Quit move me
Beast mode is my mind is usually
focused 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,
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 your money on the 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
Nigga I'm too for that
I'm too low-key for that