Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the club blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
like a maniac,
in the streets nigga 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 stuntin' a maniac hold up (Somebody
let 'em know, I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I'm too 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
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'll my last few years have been kinda rusty
Have I been beating up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, my peers as they rise above me
'Cause a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These times are
I'm close to my midlife, the crisis 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 meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in whip and you
stopped but somehow the wheels (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills
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 it ain't comin' you're real dumb
That a bag you made off your talent
That is a label
And we see in the end if you really could
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I'm too 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
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)

I could care less about expensive chains
I'm more plays from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So your bags you had your chance this might be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to baggy pants and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my hands is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna take your
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is something that fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't drop
Quit tryna me
Beast mode is where my mind is
Y'all focused on Louis and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna the hoes 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 do what I does, what's up
What it do, up, what it do
You're blowin' all your money on the and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

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