Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
in the streets nigga 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 hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, 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
it do, what's up, what it do
You're blowin' all your on the hoes and the cars bro
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I'll my last few years have been kinda rusty
Have I beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my as they rise above me
'Cause a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the haunts me
Calm on the surface but inside I'm
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because life is
I'm hungry, rappers 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 seen you up in your whip and you
but somehow the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me you get the pills from
I heard you from the real slums
What the you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out come
If you think it ain't comin' you're real
That ain't a bag you made off your
That is a label
And we gon' see in the end if you really
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow (Nigga I'm too for that)
My is on the gas though
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
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 could care less about expensive gold
I'm gettin' plays from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and 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
that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and beaters
Bitch time is up
This my master and lightning struck
get caught in fires that my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
Been had my pesos
plottin' deeply tryna take your spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is something that these don't got
Their vision blurry 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 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,
yeah ho (I'm not too for that)
Nigga I just do what I does, 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 (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

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