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

1]
Who the jiggy nigga the gold links?
Got me reminiscin' my old day
6, suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
Boomin' out the trap the hallway
Tell me what you niggas know it
Auntie turn it down, or she finna call the cops
We be plottin' on the ops, she the one who got the
a free, quick fix, to the A and it's okay
They gon' take me to my old ways
I was tryna chill, poppin' seals since I got a deal
Kick it my model chick, sip Cris, fuck niggas wanna diss
Now I gotta let 'em know really trill

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

2]
I ain't lookin' for no handouts
Broke ass never helpin' but they hands out
Find out the fuck nigga live then we camp out
Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me my pants down
Always been a stand up guy, I'd rather out
Raf Simons, Stan edition with my bands out
I'm the one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands down
If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man
Trick, what? Pimps up, down, whoa now
Slow down, see they runnin' my old style
Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old
a shame how they 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 motherfucker, better greet him if you see him