Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

Throw the up
the hands up, niggaz
Throw the hands up,
the hands up, bustas
Throw the up, hustlers
Throw the up, whores
Throw the up, busters
the hands up, Mac

You know how Mac through on the club tip
real deep on that thug shit
Cop Cris' 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 hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be
Bitch, back that ass up like
When my come to spend a dime apiece

You know Mac come with a line 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' of Cris'
Whole squad got they on wrist
squad got a pound of twist
Whole got a pound to spit, case a clown wanna flip

Mac never slip in the club, told y'all four-fifth in the club
If a wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all in V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all liquored up, shit
'Til they man gotta come and 'em up
Got bitches in the back bouncin' to, jigga
You got your hands up and I 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 with her
3 A.M. now I'm with her
4 A.M. at the waffle
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 do it again

By the way, yo
How the fuck you gon' talk about M C's on our
When we just cop them homie the chromey wheels
Both arms are chunky the on chill
Any times 100 G's in your grill
Don't talk to me MC's got skills
"He's alright, but not real"
Jay-Z's that deal, seeds in a field
Never fear for war, hug, squeeze steel

Fuck, you gotta a flow that's with me
You got a little dough that cool me
You got a cars, little jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two
'Bout as as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat can't see his eyes, who could it be?
that new blue Yankee on, who but me?

Niggaz shipped two million, then I blew the
Then I skated the four, I went on tour
I came back and plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same
the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same shit happen to
Three cuts in eyebrows tryin' to wild out
The game is ours, never foul out
Y'all just better we gracefully bow out
Throw yo' up, niggaz, bitches, bustas
Hustlers, fuck

12 AM on the way to the
1 A.M. to shake the butt
2 A.M. now I'm the mix
3 A.M. now he me drinks
4 A.M. the club
5 A.M. think he gettin' butt
6 A.M. nigga ain't bust
nigga will get up
7 A.M. gotta tell my
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 splittin' her
4 A.M. at the house
5 A.M. now we at my
6 A.M. I be her out
6:15 I be her out
7 A.M. I'm a call my
12 A.M. we do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again
go