Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the club blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
like a maniac,
in the nigga where the
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
like a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah like a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too 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)
I just do what I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all your money on the hoes and the bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I'll admit my last few years have been rusty
Have I beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they rise me
'Cause rap's a of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These times are
I'm close to my midlife, the crisis me
Calm on the surface but I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", life is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking fries and lunch meat
you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you up in your whip and you
stopped but somehow the wheels (Damn)
Who is the plug for the Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you came from the real
What the fuck you gon' do when deal's done?
the day that you fizzle out will come
If you it ain't comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you off your talent
That is a label
And we see in the end if you really could
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
Tryna show the hoes the 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 do what I does, what's up
it do, what's up, what 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 care less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more from spittin' propane
this is no game
I don't fuck with who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack bags you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche that it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy and wife beaters
your time is up
This my master plan and lightning
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy hands is up
Been had the game on lock
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' deeply tryna take spot
I can't erase 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 grades drop
Quit move me
Beast mode is where my mind is
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I you (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 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 all your money 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 for that
I'm too low-key for that
Nigga I'm too for that