Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was only
In you ain't think I could do it again
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 like
I'll put you in your like valet
But they ain't really about like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' outs the
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she walk in them right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it like bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out here 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 in the club
Cause be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then they up?

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

2]
How the fuck you gon' about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in girl
All I be givin' is some G to girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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