Luyện nghe bài hát Did It Again

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

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

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

1: Jay Critch]
I seen that from afar
I go to work for them bands, see the
My weed make you with the stars
Supersize my pockets, I'm large
McQueen on the scarf
My shooters come out dark
I been 730 the start
KD, yeah that young boy go hard
I through it all in designer
These on me like piranhas
My a G, she'll align ya
They like goddamn where you her
Ass so fat gotta her
Ass so fat climb her
fuck that girl then go rewind her
I got hoes poppin' up like
Niggas folding up like a
Ain't no up, I'm on fire
I be ballin' out,
I be boolin' out like
We shoot it out when we find ya
I'ma stack it up a diner
I'ma stack it up like the
No I stack it up the waffle house
this ho we got nothing to talk about
I'ma hit it then tell her to it out
I wanna to this guap when I'm talking now
All my niggas yops and we walk around
All my niggas talkin' digits
Baby I talk it, I it
How he ballin', girl he his pivot
Told Vic pull up with some
Got the Henny in my cup, got a lil sluts
They gon' do it for the
I know she gon' it up

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

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

2: Rich The Kid]
Bitch I be ballin' like Mike and
Way too Act, get a Sprite for him
Fuck her one time, bought the ho a
I'm breaking her off, tell her bring her
up a check, I got plenty
You mad cause your is empty
Brooklyn, up in a Bentley
She suckin' me up and I on her titty
The roof missing again
Racks on me, walk with a ten
They hating on you, they want you to win
Rich forever, we did it again

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

Jay Critch]
Wear the Balmain like a check
I be like Mike and them
I got two TECs like I the ref
Pussy boy know on sight for him
full of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them