Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2

1]
Who the jiggy with the gold links?
Got me 'bout my old day
Three 6; a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
Boomin' out the through the hallway
Tell me you niggas know 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, quick fix, to the A and it's
gon' take 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 gotta let 'em know whose really

Lord Pretty Flacko,
Tell these fuck niggas, how you
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and
On the style, gettin' 9 times out of 10
It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko,

2]
I ain't lookin' for no handouts
ass niggas never helpin' but they hands out
Find out where the fuck nigga live then we out
Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my pants
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 since Pimp, hands down
If a nigga put his hands on me, a man down
Trick what? Pimps up, down
Woah now, slow
See runnin' with my old style
Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old
a shame how they low down
Dirty Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh
Trappin' through the speaker, peep the ringer, uh
Turnin' off phones, to reach 'em, gotta beep 'em
I'm a Lord motherfucker, better him if you see him