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
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah like a maniac hold up (Somebody
let 'em know, I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
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,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I just do I does, what's up
it do, what's up, what it do
You're blowin' all your 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 myself up, in my mind I must be
I down, watching my peers as they rise above me
rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the haunts 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, looking 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 you pull up in your whip and you
stopped but somehow the spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills
I heard you came the real slums
What the fuck you do when your 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 made off talent
That is a allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you could
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, 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,
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 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 care less about expensive gold
I'm gettin' plays from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't fuck with who hang with rappers and want fame
the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack your bags you had your chance might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' pants and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy hands is up
Been had the fucking game on
had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is something that these fakes got
Their vision tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades drop
tryna move me
Beast mode is where my is usually
Y'all focused on Louis and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash 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 blowin' all your money on the and the cars bro
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key 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