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 nigga 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' a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too 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,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I do what I does, what's up
it do, what's up, what 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'll admit my last few years been kinda rusty
Have I been beating 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 ties the bungee
times 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", life is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking like fries and 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 for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you came the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do when deal's done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out will
If you think it comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off talent
That is a label
And we gon' see in the end if you really
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash 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 do what 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)

I could care less expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' plays from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and fame
Fuck the 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 pants and wife
Bitch time is up
This my plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the fucking game on
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 chase those
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades drop
Quit move me
Beast is where 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, crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I'm too 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
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'm too low-key for that
I'm way too low-key for
Nigga I'm too for that
Nigga I'm too for that