Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2

1]
Who the jiggy with the gold links?
Got me reminiscin' my old day
Three 6; a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
Boomin' out the trap the hallway
Tell me what you niggas know it
Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna 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, styled 9 times out of 10
It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko,

2]
I ain't never lookin' for no
ass niggas never helpin' 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 stand up guy, I'd stand out
Raf Simmons, Stan Smith 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, down
Woah now, down
See runnin' with my old style
foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style
It's a shame how low down
Dirty like Adidas on my feature, uh
Trappin' through the speaker, the beeper ringer, uh
Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, beep 'em
I'm a Lord motherfucker, better him if you see him