Luyện nghe bài hát Did It Again

[Hook: Jay
Came up on bands
the sweater, Truey the pants
He did it
Damn I did it again, damn boy shitted again
again, that boy juuging again
Did he just hit lick? damn
Did he run off with your shit? damn
Did he just up in a whip? damn
Did he just fuck bitch? yup
And she just did one tricks, damn
She a lil bitch
dope out the breeze, out the whip
Hand full of grams, other hand full of bands
Hand full of grams, other hand of them bands

[Post-Hook: Jay
Wear the Balmain a Nike check
I be ballin' like Mike and
I got two TECs I fight the ref
Pussy boy know on sight for him
Hand of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of bands

[Post-Hook: Jay
Wear the Balmain like a check
I be ballin' like and them
I got two TECs like I the ref
boy know it's on sight for him
Hand full of grams, hand full of them bands
Hand of grams, other hand full of them bands

[Verse 1: Jay
I seen that from afar
I go to work for bands, see the scars
My weed make you dance the stars
Supersize my pockets, I'm large
gold on the scarf
My shooters out after dark
I 730 from the start
It's KD, that young boy go hard
I came it all in designer
These bitches on me piranhas
My bitch a G, she'll ya
They like goddamn where you her
Ass so fat climb her
Ass so fat climb her
I'ma fuck that girl go rewind her
I got poppin' up like reminders
Niggas folding up like a
Ain't no holding up, I'm on
I be out, 49ers
I be boolin' out like
We gon' shoot it out we find ya
I'ma stack it up a diner
I'ma it up like the diner
No I stack it up like the house
With this ho we got to talk about
hit it then tell her to walk it out
I wanna talk to this when I'm talking now
All my niggas keep yops and we walk
All my talkin' them digits
Baby I talk it, I it
How he ballin', girl he moving his
Told Vic up with some bitches
Got the in my cup, got a couple lil sluts
They do it for the buzz
I she gon' give it up

Jay Critch]
Came up on bands
Balmain the sweater, the pants
He did it
Damn I did it again, damn that boy again
Juuging again, that boy juuging
Did he just hit lick? damn
Did he just run off with your damn
Did he just pull up in a whip?
Did he just another bitch? yup
And she just did one hundred tricks,
She a lil bitch
Smoking out the breeze, out the whip
Bitch I'm weed in the six
Some of my niggas bloods, of 'em crips

[Post-Hook: Jay
Wear the like a Nike check
I be ballin' Mike and them
I got two TECs I fight the ref
Pussy boy know on sight for him
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them

2: Rich The Kid]
Bitch I be ballin' like and them
Way too much Act, get a for him
Fuck her one time, the ho a Benz
I'm breaking her off, tell her her friends
Fuck up a check, I got
You mad your pockets is empty
Brooklyn, pull up in a
She suckin' me up and I bust on her
The roof went again
Racks on me, around with a ten
They hating on you, they want you to win
forever, we done did it again

[Hook: Jay
Came up on some
the sweater, Truey the pants
He did it
Damn I did it again, that boy shitted again
again, that boy juuging again
Did he just hit another damn
Did he just run off with your shit?
Did he just up in a whip? damn
Did he just fuck bitch? yup
And she just did one tricks, damn
She a freaky lil
dope out the breeze, out the whip
Bitch I'm smoking in the six
Some of my bloods, some of 'em crips

[Post-Hook: Jay
Wear the Balmain like a check
I be ballin' like Mike and
I got two TECs I fight the ref
Pussy boy know it's on for him
Hand of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand of grams, other hand full of them bands