Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't 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 talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she walk in them right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she it like 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 right, grab a dime in the club
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get they skin like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' 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 leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the after
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 about emcees on my
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to girl
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain,
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
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' Kane
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, 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 said it, uh-huh, from the 702
That fam
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