Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2

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

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