Luyện nghe bài hát Lowkey

Stuntin' a maniac,
in the strip club blowin' 80 racks (Nigga I'm too for that)
Stuntin' a maniac,
in the streets nigga the
ladies at (I'm way too for that)
like a maniac,
ask niggas bitch I got my paper (I'm too low-key for that)
Yeah stuntin' a maniac hold up (Somebody
better let 'em know, I'm too for that)

Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash
Tryna show the hoes the cash (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, 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'll admit my last few have been kinda rusty
I been beating myself up, in my mind I must be
I slowed down, watching my peers as rise above me
'Cause rap's a leap of except nobody ties the bungee
times are ugly
I'm close to my midlife, the crisis me
on the surface but inside I'm grumpy
If I was comfy, I'd say "fuck rap", because life is
Surprise I'm hungry, rappers looking like fries and lunch
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you making huh (Huh)
When you be flexing you looking so icy I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in your and you
stopped but somehow the spun (Damn)
Who is the for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you came from the real
the fuck you gon' do when your deal's done?
Nigga the day you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain't comin' real dumb
That a bag you made off your talent
is a label allowance
And we gon' see in the end if you really
pay off the balance, (I'm too low-key for that)

on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash (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 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)

I could care less about expensive chains
I'm gettin' more plays spittin' propane
Bitch is no game
I don't fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and want
Fuck the 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 and wife beaters
Bitch your is up
This my master plan and lightning
Don't get caught in fires that my ashy hands is up
Been had the fucking game on
had my pesos copped
Been plottin' deeply take your spot
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 indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don't
tryna move me
Beast is where my mind is usually
Y'all focused on Vuitton and
Gucci, I you (I'm too low-key for that)

on the bad slope, finna 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
What it do, up, what it do
You're blowin' all your money on the hoes and the bro
It's all dope, but we all know (Nigga I'm too for that)

I'm too low-key for that
I'm way too low-key for
Nigga I'm too for that
I'm too low-key for that