Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club blowin' 80 (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
like a maniac,
in the streets where the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah stuntin' like a hold up (Somebody
let 'em know, I'm too low-key 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,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I do what I does, what's up
What it do, 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)

admit my last few years have been kinda rusty
Have I been beating up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, my peers as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except ties the bungee
These 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", life is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking like fries and meat
you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making 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 somehow the wheels (Damn)
Who is the for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you came from the slums
What the fuck you gon' do when your deal's
Nigga the day that you out will come
If you it ain't comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you off your talent
is a label 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 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 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
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more plays from spittin'
this is no game
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 your bags you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' pants and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my hands is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' deeply tryna your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
vision blurry tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't drop
Quit tryna me
Beast mode is where my mind is
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna the hoes 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)
I just do what I does, what's up
What it do, up, what it do
blowin' all your 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 low-key for
I'm way too for that
I'm too low-key for that
Nigga I'm too for that