Luyện nghe bài hát Low

My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
Used to her what you said, bro

Me, J, get too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too many
ballin' out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on
Faded at the fashion show, grab a bitch off the runway
I even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no
It to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta your budget
Who you with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, make me press that button

My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
Low

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil, momma know I my kisses down low

Me, M, I got too many wins
Pull up with V twins in my engine
All ice all around me like a penguin
I ain't bowlin' but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up a n-gga with a real big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch can't
I ain't ever have a beat that a ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a ain't trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Pippen
I be pimp walkin', I'm
C's on my bag so think I'm crippin'
n-gga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that on his lips, bitch

My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
Low

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
momma know I like my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young rich n-gga to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
a rap n-igga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, y'all not
At the top, man they talkin' 'bout you
Got two 9's but they're not
I'll trait on my squad, nigga
hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In words, you a fraud, nigga
I'll pull card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm shit
Call me Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up
If try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothin'
At the club, jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 20 heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' with my up
I told that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to kill all weak stuff
Pull the up, watch me eat up

My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (she go low)
My low (she go low)
I low (she go low)
She go low (she go low)
Low (yeah)

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil' momma I like my kisses down low