Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
Felt it was right
In case you think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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1]
You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
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 nine in the
Cause niggas be to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they pray for your downfall, then 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, Uber in
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
come at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you ever go the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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Y'all what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I it, uh-huh, live from the 712
street fam
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