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, suck a dick, no foreplay, all day
Boomin' out the trap the hallway
Tell me what you niggas about it
Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she 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, seals ever since I got a deal
Kick it with my chick, sip Cris, fuck niggas wanna diss
Now I let 'em know who's really trill

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

2]
I never lookin' for no handouts
Broke ass never helpin' but they hands out
Find out where the fuck nigga then we camp out
Screamin' fuck the world, catch me with my pants down
Always been a stand up guy, I'd stand out
Raf Simons, Stan Smith edition with my out
I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga down
If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man
Trick, what? Pimps up, hoes down, now
Slow down, see runnin' with my old style
Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old
a shame how they low down
Dirty like Adidas on my feature, uh
Trappin' through the speaker, the beeper ringer, uh
Turnin' off phones, just to 'em, gotta beep 'em
I'm a Lord motherfucker, greet him if you see him