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

1]
Who the jiggy nigga with the gold
Got me reminiscin' my old day
Three 6, suck a dick, no foreplay, all day
out the trap through the hallway
Tell me what you niggas 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 it's
They take me back to my old ways
I was tryna chill, seals ever since I got a deal
Kick it with my model chick, sip Cris, fuck niggas wanna
Now I gotta let 'em know who's really

Lord Pretty Flacko
these fuck niggas how you been
You been crossin' our minds, niggas talk 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
out where the fuck nigga live 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 edition with my bands out
I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga down
If a nigga put his on me, that's a man down
Trick, what? up, hoes down, whoa now
Slow down, see runnin' with my old style
Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, with my old style
a shame how they low down
Dirty Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh
Trappin' through the speaker, the beeper ringer, uh
Turnin' off phones, just to 'em, gotta beep 'em
I'm a Lord motherfucker, better him if you see him