Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club 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 bitch I got my stacked (I'm too low-key for that)
stuntin' like a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too for that)

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

I'll admit my last few have been kinda rusty
Have I been beating up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, my peers as they rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except nobody 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 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 looking so icy I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you up in your whip and you
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me you get the pills from
I heard you came from the slums
What the you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out will
If you think it ain't comin' you're real
That ain't a bag you off your talent
is a label allowance
And we see in the end if you really could
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna woah
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,
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 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 expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more plays spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' it's the old days
So pack bags you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche that 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 that my ashy is writing up
had the fucking game on lock
Been had my pesos
Been plottin' deeply tryna take spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is something that these don't got
vision blurry tryna chase those thots
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't drop
tryna move 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 do what I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all your money on the 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 for that
Nigga I'm too low-key for
I'm too low-key for that