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 nigga 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' a maniac hold up (Somebody
let 'em know, I'm too low-key for that)

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

I'll admit my last few years have been kinda
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except ties the bungee
times are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the haunts 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 and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you mills huh (Huh)
When you be you looking so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I you pull up in your whip and you
stopped but somehow the spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the from
I you came from the real slums
the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day you fizzle out will come
If you think it comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off your
That is a allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you could
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key for that)

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

I could care less about expensive gold
I'm gettin' more plays from propane
this is no game
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 bags you had your chance this be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' pants and wife beaters
your time is up
This my master plan and lightning
Don't get caught in fires that my hands is writing up
Been had the fucking game on
had my pesos copped
Been deeply tryna take your spot
I can't erase thoughts,
my drive is something that fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna those thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my don't drop
Quit tryna me
mode is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

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

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