Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2

1]
Who the jiggy nigga with the gold
Got me reminiscin' my old day
Three 6; a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
Boomin' out the trap through the
Tell me what you niggas know 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, quick fix, to the A and okay
They gon' me back to my old ways
I was tryna chill, poppin' ever since I got a deal
Kick it my model chick
Sip Cris, niggas wanna diss
Now I let 'em know whose really trill

Lord Pretty Flacko,
Tell fuck niggas, how you been?
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and
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 helpin' but they hands out
Find out where the fuck live then we camp out
Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my pants
Always been a up guy, I'd rather stand out
Raf Simmons, Stan edition with my bands out
I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands
If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man
Trick what? Pimps up, hoes
Woah now, down
See they runnin' my old style
Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' my old style
It's a how they low down
Dirty like Adidas on my feature, uh
through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh
Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, beep 'em
I'm a Lord motherfucker, greet him if you see him