Luyện nghe bài hát Low

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

Me, Juicy J, get too many
Me, Juicy J, get too flows
ballin' out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, tryna a bitch off the runway
I ain't even pack no clothes, 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 cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta budget
Who you playin' with lil homie? life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press 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 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 my prices ain't, low
Lil, momma know I my kisses down low

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

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' know I like my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young rich n-gga used to trap by the store, now for the flow
a rap n-igga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' 'bout you
Got two 9's but not identical
never trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud,
I'll your card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm runnin'
Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen
At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still him out with my Timbs
I'm in chillin' with my feet up
I told y'all that I'm to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this stuff
Pull the beat up, me eat up

My low (my beat 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