Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2

1]
Who the jiggy nigga the gold links?
Got me reminiscin' my old day
Three 6; suck a dick, no foreplay, all day
out the trap through the hallway
Tell me what you niggas about it
Auntie sayin' it down, or she finna call the cops
We be on the ops, she the one who got the drop
Just a free, fix, to the A and it's okay
gon' take me back to my old ways
I was tryna chill, poppin' ever since I got a deal
it with my model chick
Sip Cris, fuck niggas wanna
Now I gotta let 'em know whose trill

Lord Pretty Flacko,
Tell these niggas, how you been?
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk every now and then
On the style, gettin' styled 9 out of 10
It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko,

2]
I never lookin' for no handouts
Broke ass niggas never helpin' but they out
Find out where the fuck nigga live we camp out
Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my down
Always been a stand up guy, I'd stand out
Raf Simmons, Smith edition with my bands out
I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, hands down
If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man
Trick what? up, hoes down
Woah now, slow
See they with my old style
Grow foul, smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style
It's a shame how they low
like Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh
Trappin' through the speaker, peep the ringer, uh
Turnin' off phones, to reach 'em, gotta beep 'em
I'm a motherfucker, better greet him if you see him