Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
in the streets nigga the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah stuntin' like a 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 flow (Nigga I'm too 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
It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too for that)

I'll admit my last few years been kinda rusty
Have I been myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my as they rise above me
rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These times are
I'm to my midlife, the crisis haunts me
on the surface but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because is complete
I'm hungry, rappers looking like fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you mills huh (Huh)
you be flexing you looking 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 drugs? me where you get the pills from
I heard you from the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do when your deal's
Nigga the day that you fizzle out will
If you think it ain't 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
show the hoes the cash flow (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)
Nigga I just do I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all your money on the 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 from spittin' propane
this is no game
I don't with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' it's the old days
So pack your bags you had chance this might be the
that wipes it up
I'm to rockin' baggy pants and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in that my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
Been had my copped
Been deeply tryna take your spot
I can't erase thoughts,
my drive is something that these fakes got
vision blurry tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
Quit move me
Beast mode is where my mind is
Y'all focused on Louis and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, 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)
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)

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