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 report to the floor immediately
All the bustas we givin' y'all five to get close to a exit
about to get real ugly in here
Five is up, let's go

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

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

You know Mac come through a line of freaks
Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at
We gettin' on the floor, while you grindin' freaks
Whole get it down like this
Whole squad buyin' rounds of
Whole squad got crowns on wrist
squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, case a clown flip

Mac never in the club, told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna draw the blood it can drip in the club
You know how niggaz get in the
Shit you know how I be, all in V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G.
be all liquored up, talkin' shit
'Til they man gotta and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back to, jigga what
You got hands 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 splittin' her
4 A.M. at the waffle
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 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' talk M C's on our heel?
When we just cop them things homie the chromey
Both arms are chunky the sleeves on
Any times 100 G's in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got
"He's alright, but not real"
Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a
Never fear for war, hug, squeeze steel

Fuck, you gotta a flow that's with me
You got a little that cool with me
You got a little cars, little
But none of motherfuckers could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two
as blue as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who it be?
With new blue Yankee on, who but me?

Niggaz shipped two million, I blew the three
Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on
I came back and it's plain, y'all ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our
I the same shit happen to Kane
cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out
The game is ours, we'll foul out
Y'all better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw yo' up, niggaz, bitches, bustas
Hustlers, fuck

12 AM on the way to the
1 A.M. 'bout to shake the
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
6:15 will get up
7 A.M. gotta 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 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
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