Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
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 smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walk in Zanottis right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You out here 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 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 bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story up
How gon' 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 bitches 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

2]
How the fuck you gon' talk about on my heels
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
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 bring that Dodge Vipe out, piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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