Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2

1]
Who the jiggy nigga with the gold
Got me 'bout my old day
Three 6; suck a dick, no foreplay, all day
Boomin' out the through the hallway
Tell me you niggas know about it
Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna 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 gon' take me to my old ways
I was tryna chill, seals ever since I got a deal
Kick it with my chick
Sip Cris, fuck niggas diss
Now I gotta let 'em know whose trill

Lord Flacko, Jodye
Tell these niggas, how you been?
You can our minds, niggas talk down 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 live then 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, Stan Smith edition my bands out
I'm the trillest one to do it Pimp, nigga hands down
If a nigga put his hands on me, a man down
Trick what? up, hoes down
Woah now, down
See they runnin' my old style
foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style
It's a shame how they low
Dirty like Adidas on my feature, uh
Trappin' the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh
Turnin' off phones, just to 'em, gotta beep 'em
I'm a Lord motherfucker, greet him if you see him