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 where the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too for that)
stuntin' like a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too 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 just do what I does, 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'll admit my last few years been kinda rusty
I been beating myself up, in my mind I must 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 to my midlife, the crisis haunts me
Calm on the but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you looking so icy I get the chills son (Huh)
I you pull up in your whip and you
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? me where you get the pills from
I heard you came the real slums
What the fuck you do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out will
If you think it ain't comin' real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off your
That is a allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you really
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
Tryna show the hoes the 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
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 could care less expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't 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 chance might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to baggy pants and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
This my plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy hands is up
had the fucking game on lock
Been had my copped
Been plottin' deeply take your spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is something that these fakes got
Their vision blurry tryna those thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
Quit tryna me
Beast is where my mind is usually
Y'all on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
Tryna show the 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 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 (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

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