Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2 (PFJII)

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 through the
Tell me what you niggas know 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 okay
They gon' take me to my old ways
I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever I got a deal
Kick it with my chick, sip Cris, fuck niggas wanna diss
Now I gotta let 'em know who's really

Lord Pretty Jodye
Tell these niggas how you been
You been crossin' our minds, niggas talk down every now and
On the side, who gave em 9 times out of 10?
It was Flacko,
Flacko,
Jodye
Flacko,

2]
I never lookin' for no handouts
Broke ass niggas never but they hands out
Find out the fuck nigga live then we camp out
Screamin' the world, never catch me with my pants down
Always been a up guy, I'd rather stand out
Raf Simons, Stan Smith edition 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, whoa now
Slow down, see runnin' with my old style
Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, with my old style
It's a shame how they low
Dirty like on my sneaker feature, uh
through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh
Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta 'em
I'm a Lord motherfucker, greet him if you see him