Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Flacko 2

1]
Who the jiggy nigga the gold links?
Got me 'bout my old day
Three 6, a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
out the trap through the hallway
Tell me what you know 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, fix, to the A and it's okay
They take me back to my old ways
I was chill, poppin' seals ever since I got a deal
it with my model chick
Sip Cris, niggas wanna diss
Now I let 'em know who's really trill

Lord Flacko, Jodye
these fuck niggas, how you been?
You can our minds, niggas talk down every now and then
On the style, gettin' styled 9 out of 10
It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Jodye

2]
I never lookin' for no handouts
Broke ass never helpin' but they hands out
Find out where the fuck nigga live we camp out
Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my down
Always been a up guy, I'd rather stand out
Raf Simons, Stan Smith with my bands out
I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands
If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man
what? Pimps up, hoes down
Woah now, slow
See runnin' with my old style
foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style
It's a shame how low down
Dirty Adidas 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 Lord motherfucker, greet him if you see him