Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
like a maniac,
in the nigga where the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah stuntin' like a maniac up (Somebody
let 'em know, I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, 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,
yeah ho (I'm not too for that)
Nigga I just do what I does, up
What it do, 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)

I'll admit my few years have been kinda rusty
I been beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they 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
on the surface but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", life 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 you pull up in your whip and you
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you came from the 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 real
That a bag you made off your talent
That is a label
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
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 just do I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
blowin' 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 care less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't fuck with hoes who 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 this be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy hands is up
had the fucking game on lock
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' deeply tryna take spot
I can't those thoughts,
my is something that these fakes don't got
Their vision tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
Quit move me
Beast mode is where my is usually
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 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 hoes and the bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

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