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
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
like a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah stuntin' like a hold up (Somebody
let 'em know, 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 do what I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all money on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too for that)

I'll admit my few years have been kinda rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they rise me
'Cause rap's a of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These times are
I'm to my midlife, the crisis haunts me
on the surface but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, looking like fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I you pull up in your whip and you
but somehow the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the Tell me where you get the pills from
I you came from the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do your deal's done?
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
is a label 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 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,
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 all your money on the hoes and the cars bro
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I could care less about expensive gold
I'm gettin' plays from spittin' propane
this is no game
I fuck with hoes who hang 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 this might be the
Avalanche that it up
I'm back to rockin' pants and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
This my master plan and lightning
Don't get caught in that my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' tryna take your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my is something that these fakes don't got
Their vision tryna chase those thots
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
Quit tryna me
Beast mode is where my is usually
Y'all on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
show 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,
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
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)

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