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 streets 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)
stuntin' 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 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
What it do, up, what it do
You're blowin' all money on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

admit my last few years have been kinda rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I be
I slowed down, watching my peers as rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith 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", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers like fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in 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 from the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do when your deal's
the day that you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain't comin' you're dumb
ain't a bag you made off your talent
That is a allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you really
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
show 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,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I 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)

I could care about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and want
Fuck the shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack your bags you had your chance this be the
Avalanche that it up
I'm back to rockin' pants 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 copped
plottin' deeply tryna take your spot
I can't erase thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
vision blurry tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't drop
Quit move me
Beast is where my mind is usually
focused on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too 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,
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 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'm too low-key for that
I'm way too low-key for
Nigga I'm too for that
Nigga I'm too for that