Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2

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

Lord Pretty Flacko,
these fuck niggas, how you been?
You can freshen our minds, talk down every now and then
On the style, gettin' 9 times 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 then we out
Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me my pants down
Always been a stand up guy, I'd rather 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 on me, that's a man down
what? Pimps up, hoes down
Woah now, down
See they with my old style
Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, with my old style
a shame how they low down
Dirty like Adidas on my feature, uh
Trappin' the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh
off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta beep 'em
I'm a Lord motherfucker, better him if you see him