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 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' a maniac hold up (Somebody
let 'em know, I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, 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 do what I does, what's 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 know (Nigga I'm too for that)

I'll admit my few years have been kinda rusty
Have I been myself 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 ties the
times are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the haunts me
Calm on the surface but I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", life is complete
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking fries 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 you pull up in your whip and you
stopped but somehow the wheels (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me you get the pills from
I heard you came from the real
What the fuck you do when your deal's done?
the day that you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain't comin' real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off 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, crash woah
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,
yeah ho (I'm not too for that)
Nigga I do what I does, what's up
it do, what's up, what 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)

I care less about expensive gold chains
I'm gettin' more 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' it's the old days
So pack your bags you had chance this might be the
Avalanche wipes it up
I'm back to baggy pants and wife beaters
Bitch time is up
my master plan and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my hands is writing up
Been had the fucking game on
had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply tryna take your
I can't erase thoughts,
my drive is something that fakes don't got
Their vision blurry tryna chase those
You tryna do it but you ain't no Hop
The valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't drop
Quit move me
mode is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Louis and
Gucci, I told you (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,
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 blowin' all your on the hoes and the cars bro
all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too low-key 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