Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
Felt it was only
In case you ain't think I could do it
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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1]
You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You talkin' income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walk in them right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they skin IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, wish they up?

1 a.m., on my way to the
2 a.m., it was up
3 a.m., bad with us
4 a.m., now they with us
5 a.m., at the hours
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, en route
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in girl
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us with a chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should post two mil on the
Get this on if you ever go the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I said it, uh-huh, live the 702
street fam
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