Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too for that)
like a maniac,
in the streets where the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too for that)
stuntin' like a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
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 just do what I does, 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)

I'll admit my last few have been kinda rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I be
I down, watching my peers as they rise 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
Calm on the surface but inside I'm
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, looking 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 I get the chills son (Huh)
I you pull up in your whip and you
stopped but somehow the spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? me where you get the pills from
I heard you came from the slums
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, (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,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I just do what I does, up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all your on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could care less about expensive gold
I'm more plays from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't fuck hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old
So your bags you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to baggy pants and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
This my plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' deeply take your spot
I erase those thoughts,
my is something that these fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't drop
Quit tryna me
mode is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Louis and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
Tryna show the hoes the cash (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)
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
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

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