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 through the
me what you niggas know about it
Auntie turn it down, or she finna call the cops
We be on the ops, she the one who got the drop
Just a free, fix, to the A and it's okay
They gon' me back to my old ways
I was tryna chill, poppin' seals since I got a deal
Kick it with my model chick, sip Cris, niggas wanna diss
Now I gotta let 'em who's really trill

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

2]
I ain't never for no handouts
ass niggas 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
been a stand up guy, I'd rather stand out
Raf Simons, Stan Smith edition with my out
I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, hands down
If a put his hands on me, that's a man down
Trick, what? Pimps up, down, whoa 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 they low
Dirty like Adidas on my feature, uh
Trappin' through the speaker, the beeper ringer, uh
Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta 'em
I'm a Lord motherfucker, greet him if you see him