Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
Felt it was right
In case you ain't I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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You know how your boy come through on a
I'm a smooth operator Sade
put you in your place like valet
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You ain't income, they walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a 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 they skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
quick, in your face, now the story 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 hours
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, Uber in
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 about on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should two mil on the Instagram
Get on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
When I that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin',
that, everybody, come on

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Y'all know what it is, DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I it, uh-huh, live from the 712
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