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 nigga where the
at (I'm way too low-key for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too low-key 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,
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
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key for that)

I'll admit my last few years have kinda rusty
Have I beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as they rise me
'Cause rap's a leap of faith except nobody ties the
These times are
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", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking like and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making 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
stopped but the wheels spun (Damn)
Who is the plug for the Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you came the real slums
What the fuck you gon' do when your done?
Nigga the day you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain't comin' real dumb
ain't a bag you made off your talent
That is a label
And we gon' see in the end if you really
pay off the balance, bitch (I'm too 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,
yeah ho (I'm not too for that)
Nigga I just do what I does, up
it do, what's 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 could care less expensive gold chains
I'm more plays from spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm livin' like the old days
So pack your bags you had your chance this be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' pants and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
my master plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in that my ashy hands is writing up
Been had the game on lock
Been had my copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna take your
I can't those thoughts,
my is something that these fakes don't got
Their blurry tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it independent but you no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my don't drop
Quit tryna me
Beast is where my mind is usually
Y'all on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna 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,
ho (I'm not too low-key for that)
Nigga I do what I does, what's up
What it do, what's up, 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 for that
I'm way too for that
I'm too low-key for that
Nigga I'm too for that