Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

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

Niggas on the bad slope, 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
it do, what's 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)

I'll admit my last few years have been kinda
Have I been beating myself up, in my I must be
I slowed down, watching my as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These are ugly
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 is complete
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 so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you up in your whip and you
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me you get the pills from
I heard you came from the slums
What the fuck you gon' do when your done?
the day that you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain't you're real dumb
That 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, bitch (I'm too for that)

on the bad slope, finna 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,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I do what 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 know (Nigga I'm too for that)

I could care about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more plays from propane
this is no game
I don't fuck with who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack your bags you had your chance might be the
Avalanche that it up
I'm back to rockin' pants and wife beaters
your time is up
This my master plan and struck
Don't get caught in that my ashy hands is writing up
had the fucking game on lock
Been had my copped
Been plottin' deeply take your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
Their vision tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
Quit move me
Beast is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Louis and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
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,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I do what 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 know (Nigga I'm too for that)

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