Luyện nghe bài hát Again [Explicit]

Fuck your bitch, and never again
If he die
He'll walk again, he'll never walk again
I got my up
I got my paper straight, I got my straight
The club turn around when I'm walking in
your bitch, and never talk again (Harlem)

Niggas talkin', they making sense
new foreign, bet it make 'em sick
Ain't say a word, just to take your bitch
I'm Harlem, hustlin' will make me rich (east side)
A hundred nights, I made a flips
Hit the club, and all the bitches strip
Put some money on your head, if you diss
She my dick, and then she wanna kiss
be out your mind, or on some shit (crazy)
Sak's fifth, got me on my
hatin' on me, they be on my dick
Took a couple verses to flood the wrist
R.I.P. my Freaky
Niggas took him me
I just the money
Never taking nothing me
Niggas in they feelings, on they monthly
I was in the with cocaina and some baggies
with some junkies
Now I across the water, do it for my daughter
Dare a nigga me
I done seen a get a 1 to 3, and tell on everybody with him
I done seen a robbing niggas that he know for pennies
ridiculous
Niggas to say they will do your homework on them niggas giving statements
I'm smoking on vacation
My in Cuba but he Haitian
Sak pase, I a spot today
Nigga a attitude, I ain't Dr. Dre
My youngin' got a lot to make your heart today
Think of when I'm in Far Rockaway

your bitch, and never talk again
If he don't die never walk again
I got my focus up, I got my paper
The whole club around when I'm walking in
Pay my lawyer in case they wanna pin the case up on me
And offer 10
driver going start the whip
Get your money, they just talking

Fuck your bitch, and never talk
If he don't die I'll walk again
I got my focus up, I got my straight
The whole club turn around when I'm in
Pay my lawyer just in case wanna pin the case up on me
And they 10
Valet driver going the whip
Get your money, they talking shit

I got a pound of the smoke
Break it down to the ground, only thing I ever follow is the
Niggas brand new cars getting
Same ones acting tough Deebo'd
Ask your man about my shit, bet you he
Hottest nigga on the east coast
Sliding up Lennox, me and three
Looking like gutter, me and he ain't even know
Got a Glock-19 in my
My building keep complaining about the weed
I'm tryna a million off a mixtape
in the whip where the heat go
Bad little bitch tryna deep
I her ain't no way you fitting all this
This sour D, what you call this?
ain't Actavis, what you call this?
The spot look funny? Make a call
If she on my then we all hit
Out of town on my running through the mall
And I get you in the summer, put you on my fall list
Mid town pent house like a
Every time they see my face they get
Down town condo, shit
ain't coming in the crib, they ain't gorgeous

Fuck bitch, and never talk again
If he die I'll never walk again
I got my focus up, I got my straight
The whole club turn when I'm walking in
Pay my just in case they wanna pin the case up on me
And they 10
Valet going start the whip
Get your money, just talking shit

your bitch, and never talk again
If he don't die I'll never walk
I got my focus up, I got my straight
The whole turn around when I'm walking in
Pay my just in case they wanna pin the case up on me
And they 10
Valet driver going start the
Get your money, just talking shit

Get your money just talking shit