Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club blowin' 80 (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
in the nigga where the
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
like a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper (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 the cash 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)
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 have been kinda rusty
I been beating 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 ties the bungee
These times are
I'm to my midlife, the crisis haunts me
on the surface but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", life is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers like fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you looking so icy that I get the son (Huh)
I seen you up in your whip and you
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills
I heard you came 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 ain't comin' you're dumb
That ain't a bag you off your talent
That is a label
And we gon' see in the end if you really
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
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,
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 all your money on the hoes and the cars bro
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could care about expensive gold chains
I'm more plays from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't fuck 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 this be the
that 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 on lock
had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna take spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
Their vision blurry chase those thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my don't drop
tryna 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 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)

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