Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
Felt it was only
In case you ain't think I could do it
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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1]
You know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You out here 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
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my 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
Check a thug down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
quick, in your 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 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, in route
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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How the you gon' talk 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 come at me on some, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I some 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 cool me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You know that funeral flow 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 us with a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I should post two mil on the
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 bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come 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 it, uh-huh, live from the 712
street fam
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