Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip 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)
Yeah like a maniac hold up (Somebody
let 'em know, I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, crash woah
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)
I just do what 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'll admit my last few years been kinda rusty
Have I beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the
These are ugly
I'm to my midlife, the crisis haunts me
Calm on the surface but I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", life is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers like fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you mills huh (Huh)
you be flexing you looking so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you up in your whip and you
stopped but somehow the wheels (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? me where you get the pills from
I you came from 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' you're dumb
ain't a bag you made off your talent
That is a allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you 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 what I does, 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)

I care less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' plays from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't fuck with hoes who hang rappers and want fame
the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack your bags you had chance this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to baggy pants and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the fucking game on
Been had my copped
plottin' deeply tryna take your spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
vision blurry tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
tryna move me
Beast mode is my mind is usually
focused on Louis Vuitton 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,
yeah ho (I'm not too for that)
Nigga I just do 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)

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