Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2

1]
Who the jiggy nigga with the gold
Got me 'bout my old day
Three 6; a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
Boomin' out the trap the hallway
Tell me you niggas know about 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
gon' take me back to my old ways
I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever I got a deal
it with my model chick
Sip Cris, fuck niggas wanna
Now I gotta let 'em whose really trill

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

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