Luyện nghe bài hát Low

My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
Used to her what you said, bro

Me, J, get too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too flows
Clique ballin' out like the '98
up in a million dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, tryna a bitch off the runway
I even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage my model and her roommate
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta budget
Who you with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
J so presidential, don't make me press that button

My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
Low

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil, momma I like my kisses down low

Me, Nicki M, I got too many
Pull up with them V twins in my
All this ice all me like a penguin
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm the kingpin
I up with a n-gga with a real big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch can't
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch rip
I'm fly every day but a bitch ain't
You be on bull, you be on Scott Pippen
I be pimp walkin', I'm
C's on my bag so they think I'm
Every n-gga in wanna know what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a pillow with me just I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and thick
Bust it open quick, put that on his lips, bitch

My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
Low

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you my prices ain't, low
momma know I like my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
Young rich n-gga used to trap by the store, now for the flow
a rap n-igga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, not criminals
At the top, man talkin' 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not
I'll never trait on my squad,
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron,
In other words, you a fraud,
I'll pull card, nigga
I'm a boss, I'm runnin' shit
Call me King Tut, all gold on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you seen nothin'
At the club, their jaws when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, stomp him out with my Timbs
I'm in chillin' with my feet up
I y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this weak
the beat up, watch me eat up

My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (she go low)
My low (she go low)
I low (she go low)
She go low (she go low)
Low (yeah)

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil' know I like my kisses down low