Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2

1]
Who the jiggy nigga the gold links?
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 it's
They gon' take me back to my old
I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever 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,
Tell these fuck niggas, how you
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down now and then
On the style, gettin' 9 times out of 10
It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko,

2]
I ain't never lookin' for no
Broke ass niggas never but they hands out
Find out where the fuck live then we camp out
Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me my pants down
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 Pimp, nigga hands down
If a nigga put his on me, that's a man down
Trick what? Pimps up, hoes
Woah now, slow
See they runnin' my old style
foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style
It's a how they 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