Luyện nghe bài hát Low

My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass low)
I ride low (I low)
Used to her what you said, bro

Me, Juicy J, get too many
Me, J, get too many flows
ballin' out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million dollar car and it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on
Faded at the fashion show, grab a bitch off the runway
I ain't pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way your budget
Who you playin' with lil homie? life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that

My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
Low

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil, momma know I my kisses down low

Me, Nicki M, I got too wins
Pull up with V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm the kingpin
I pull up with a n-gga with a big dick
That's so good, man a bitch can't quit
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch rip
I'm fly day but a bitch ain't trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Pippen
I be walkin', I'm limpin'
C's on my bag so think I'm crippin'
Every in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato,
I keep a with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, pretty and they're thick
Bust it quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

My beat low (my low)
My low (my bass low)
I ride low (I low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (my beat low)
My low (my bass low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
Low

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I my kisses down low

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr.
Mr.
Mr.
rich n-gga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
Tell a rap n-igga, "I'm not you"
frontin', boy, y'all not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not
I'll never on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron,
In words, you a fraud, nigga
pull your card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm shit
me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen
At the club, their jaws when I pull up in that Benz
30 Deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' my feet up
I told y'all that I'm to heat up
Man time to kill all this weak stuff
the beat up, watch me eat up

My beat low (my low)
My bass low (my low)
I low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My low (she go low)
My low (she go low)
I low (she go low)
She go low (she go low)
Low (yeah)

I get a brick, you I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her it down, low
I do a verse, you know my ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my down low