Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Roc-a-fella, y'all know what is
We y'all five seconds to put your drink down
And to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas we givin' y'all five seconds to get close to a
It's about to get real ugly in
Five is up, let's go

Throw the up
the hands up, niggaz
Throw the up, bitches
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
the hands up, whores
Throw the up, busters
Throw the up, Mac

You how Mac come through on the club tip
Everybody real deep on that thug
Cop spray the club on that thug shit
Cop frisks suits snub in the club
y'all real high, when I come you can try
If you want, you can die, if you to
We whores on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch, that ass up like Juvenile
When my peeps come to a dime apiece

You know Mac come through with a of freaks
Every on the hit be a 9 at least
We head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks
Whole squad get it like this
Whole squad buyin' rounds of
squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, a clown wanna flip

Mac never slip in the club, y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the
You know how get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all liquored up, shit
they man gotta come and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back bouncin' to, jigga
You got your up and I ain't even stick y'all up

get it up
Throw the up
get it up
Throw the up

12 A.M. on the way to the
1 A.M. DJ it erupt
2 A.M. now I'm gettin' her
3 A.M. now I'm with her
4 A.M. at the house
5 A.M. now we at my
6 A.M. I be her out
I be kickin' her out
7 A.M. I'm a my friends
12 A.M. we gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

By the way, yo
How the fuck you gon' about M C's on our heel?
When we just cop things homie the chromey wheels
Both arms are the sleeves on chill
Any given times 100 G's in your
Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got
"He's alright, but not real"
that deal, with seeds in a field
Never fear for war, hug, that steel

Fuck, you gotta a flow that's with me
You got a little dough that with me
You got a little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool me
You know the wrist frostbit two degrees
'Bout as as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new Yankee on, who but me?

Niggaz shipped two million, then I the three
Then I skated the four, I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz rappin' the same
the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to out
The game is ours, never foul out
Y'all just better we gracefully bow out
Throw yo' hands up, niggaz, bitches,
Hustlers, that

12 AM on the way to the
1 A.M. 'bout to the butt
2 A.M. now I'm the mix
3 A.M. now he buyin' me
4 A.M. the club
5 A.M. think he gettin' some
6 A.M. nigga ain't bust
nigga will get up
7 A.M. tell my friends
12 A.M. I'm a do it again, uh, uh
I'm, I'm, I'm a do it
12 A.M. I'm a do it again, go

12 A.M. on the way to the club,
1 A.M. DJ it a rub
2 A.M. now I'm gettin' her
3 A.M. now I'm with her
4 A.M. at the house
5 A.M. now we at my
6 A.M. I be her out
I be kickin' her out
7 A.M. I'm a call my
12 A.M. we do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it
go