Luyện nghe bài hát Low

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

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

My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (my beat low)
My bass low (my low)
I ride low (I 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 know I like my kisses low

Me, Nicki M, I got too wins
Pull up them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a
I ain't talkin' but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a with a real big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch can't
I ain't ever have a beat that a ain't rip
I'm fly day but a bitch ain't trippin'
You be on bull, you be on Scott Pippen
I be pimp walkin', I'm
C's on my bag so they I'm crippin'
Every n-gga in here wanna know I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a pillow me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
it open quick, put that pussy 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 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 told her it down, low
I do a verse, you my prices ain't, low
Lil' know I like my kisses down low

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

My beat low (my 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 my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I my kisses down low