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
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, crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash (Nigga I'm too low-key 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 do what 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
It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too for that)

I'll admit my last few years been kinda rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they rise me
'Cause rap's a 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
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 you looking so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in your and you
but somehow the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you from the real slums
the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you out will come
If you it ain't comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off talent
That is a label
And we gon' see in the end if you could
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash 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 do what I does, what's up
What it do, up, what it do
You're blowin' all your on the hoes and the cars bro
It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too for that)

I care less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more plays from spittin'
this is no game
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm 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 rockin' baggy and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
This my master plan and lightning
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy is writing up
Been had the fucking on lock
Been had my copped
plottin' deeply tryna take your spot
I erase those thoughts,
my is something that these fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase those
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't drop
Quit tryna me
Beast mode is where my mind is
focused on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash (Nigga I'm too low-key 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
What it do, up, what it do
You're blowin' all your 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 low-key for
Nigga I'm too low-key for
I'm too low-key for that