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
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas I got my paper 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 crash
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,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I just do what I does, up
What it do, what's up, it do
You're blowin' all your on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

admit my last few years have been kinda rusty
Have I beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, my peers as they rise above me
rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These times are
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 like fries and meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making huh (Huh)
you be flexing you looking so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in your and you
stopped but somehow the spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me you get the pills from
I heard you came the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do when your done?
the day that you fizzle out will come
If you think it comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off talent
is a label allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you could
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, crash 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,
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 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 could care less expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' plays from spittin' propane
this is no game
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with and want fame
Fuck the shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack your bags you had your this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy and wife beaters
your time is up
This my master plan and struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy hands is up
Been had the fucking on lock
had my pesos copped
Been deeply tryna take your spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is something that fakes don't got
vision blurry tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
Quit tryna me
Beast mode is where my is usually
focused on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
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,
yeah ho (I'm not too for that)
I just do what 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 for that
I'm way too low-key for
Nigga I'm too for that
I'm too low-key for that