Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Man I fucked a lotta man
Made a lotta money, made a enemies
Would I do shit all over again, I dunno
That's a good question, would you do your life again?
I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I nothing else to do
I fuck that bitch one time, that ass was fat

Yo, Shorty get a desk and now wit the guess appear
But if you knew my life you'd shed a where from the
Fucked up scar to the tough luck bar to my fightin'
Chapters in a crushed up car I handled live from the
Pluriel I beef capeshe a few tried to muirelize me
I drive a fresh Benz and collect ends but I lost brothers
Some friends word life, we all bredgren but we all speak
And nobody 'cause we all stubbrin' yeah, we let the hate rise

Give each other fake fives look peripheral give each other
eyes, true in all sequels you too of all people, guess they
Right money is the root of all evil a front on them though
I triggered at em', I don't know Big just the type of nigga I am
I live my life a thug live my life wit fuck everybody else
I my life for Blood, so Lexus, Moff and I got's to keep Triste near
Blood suppose to be here

All those times we sung, all crimes we've done
All times was fun but would you do it again?
All times we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it

One of my fears, is being stuffed in a hearse
Six feet being crushed my the earth
Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the
Every motherfucker see how much it was
Oh you my best misjudgin' of my worst
And all my put in nothin' but work
Y'all talk about how I was such a big

And I never slowed 'cause I was fuckin' with skirts
I mean since the early days I was cuttin' from
Y'all talk about things I've done to my
You talk about things that I've done to my
I know where I'm going so I can in a crisis
I do this for my niggas, who get no cheddar
For my up state, that'll never get a letter

For my sick, that would never get no better
For my niggas in the cold, that never get a sweater
For the life I lead and I done
A went to school I had to bring my gun
A nigga had to hustle I had to slung drums
As the man of the I had to bring income

All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All times was fun but would you do it again?
All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All times was fun but would you do it again?

Yo, this life I should rock
Stand on motherfuckin' block again?
Almost get again see alotta men get shot up bad
Back up hobbilin', out gossipin' so I don't rhyme
For executives, it's imparitive do it for my jail berg
Get my messages, hell no or my block never live

One 7 kid, screamin' mother overhead two plates
One fork sour and a loaf of bread but I shook it off
of course kid, my girl wild out on some child support
Shit I'm out exhausted obsolete y'all but girls will like
Dominique I'm not here to teach y'all
Just here to y'all if I do my life over, I repeat all

All times we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it
All times we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but you do it again?

All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All those times was fun but would you do it
All those times we sung, all those crimes we've
All those was fun but would you do it again?