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 nigga where the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas I got my paper 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, finna crash
show 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 just do what I does, 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'll admit my last few years have been rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I be
I down, watching my peers as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except ties the bungee
times 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
Surprise I'm hungry, looking like fries and lunch 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 you came from the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do when your deal's
Nigga the day that you fizzle out come
If you think it ain't comin' you're dumb
That ain't a bag you made off 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)

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

I could care less about gold chains
I'm gettin' more from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't fuck with who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' it's the old days
So pack your bags you had chance this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
my master plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy hands is up
Been had the game on lock
Been had my copped
Been deeply tryna take your spot
I can't erase thoughts,
my drive is something that these don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase those
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my don't drop
Quit move me
Beast mode is where my mind is
focused on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

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

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