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 streets where the
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper stacked (I'm too 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
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, up, what it do
You're blowin' all your money on the 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
I been beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I down, watching my peers as they rise above me
'Cause a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These times are
I'm close to my midlife, the crisis me
Calm on the surface but inside I'm
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because is complete
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 whip and you
stopped but somehow the wheels (Damn)
Who is the plug for the drugs? me where you get the pills from
I heard you came the real slums
the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day that you out will come
If you think it comin' you're real dumb
That ain't a bag you made off talent
That is a allowance
And we see in the end if you really could
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna 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,
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 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 about gold chains
I'm more plays from spittin' propane
Bitch this is no
I don't with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit now I'm like it's the old days
So pack your bags you had your chance might be the
that wipes it up
I'm back to rockin' baggy pants and beaters
Bitch your is up
This my master and lightning struck
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy is writing up
Been had the game on lock
Been had my pesos
Been deeply tryna take your spot
I erase those thoughts,
my drive is something that these fakes got
Their vision tryna chase those thots
You do it independent but you ain't no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my don't drop
Quit move me
Beast mode is where my mind is
Y'all on Louis Vuitton and
Gucci, I told you (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 foot is on the gas
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, up, what 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 low-key for
I'm way too for that
I'm too low-key for that
Nigga I'm too for that