Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club blowin' 80 (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
in the nigga 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 stuntin' like a maniac up (Somebody
let 'em know, 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 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
What it do, up, what 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'll admit my last few have been kinda rusty
Have I been beating myself up, in my mind I 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
Calm on the but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking like fries and lunch
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 you pull up in your whip and you
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills
I heard you came from the slums
What the 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
is a label allowance
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 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 (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I care less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more plays spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and fame
the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like it's the old days
So pack bags you had your chance this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and beaters
Bitch time is up
This my master plan and struck
Don't get caught in fires my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the game on lock
had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply take your spot
I can't those thoughts,
my drive is that these fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase those
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
Quit move me
Beast mode is where my is usually
Y'all focused on Louis 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,
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 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 for that