Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club blowin' 80 (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
in the streets where the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah like a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, 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,
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 all your money on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I'll admit my last few years have been rusty
Have I been beating up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they rise me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the
These are ugly
I'm to my midlife, the crisis haunts me
Calm on the surface but I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking like fries and lunch
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you looking so icy I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in whip and you
but somehow the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the from
I heard you came from the slums
What the fuck you gon' do your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out come
If you think it ain't comin' you're real
ain't a bag you made off your talent
That is a allowance
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, finna woah
Tryna the hoes the cash 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)
Nigga I just do I does, what's up
What it do, up, what it do
You're blowin' all your on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could care less about expensive gold
I'm gettin' more from spittin' propane
this is no game
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' it's the old days
So pack bags you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche that it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and beaters
Bitch time is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' deeply tryna your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't 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 tryna me
Beast is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
Tryna show the the cash flow (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 what I does, 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