Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2

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

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

2]
I ain't never for no handouts
ass niggas never helpin' but they hands out
Find out where the fuck live then we camp out
fuck the world, never catch me with my pants down
Always a stand up guy, I'd rather stand out
Raf Simmons, Stan Smith edition my bands out
I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands
If a nigga put his hands on me, a man down
Trick Pimps up, hoes down
now, slow down
See runnin' with my old style
foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style
It's a shame how they low
Dirty like on my sneaker feature, uh
Trappin' through the speaker, the beeper ringer, uh
Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta 'em
I'm a Lord motherfucker, greet him if you see him