Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Man I a lotta bitches man
Made a lotta money, made a enemies
Would I do this all over again, I dunno
That's a good question, you do your life over again?
I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more if I have nothing else to do
I fuck bitch one more time, that ass was fat

Yo, Shorty get a desk and chair now wit the guess
But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where the
Fucked up scar to the luck bar to my cousin fightin'
Chapters in a crushed up car I handled live from the
Pluriel I beef capeshe a few cats to muirelize me
I drive a fresh Benz and collect ends but I lost brothers
Some best friends life, we all bredgren but we all speak
And nobody budgin' we all stubbrin' yeah, we let the hate rise

Give each other fake fives look back peripheral give other
Snake eyes, true in all you too of all people, guess they
Right money is the root of all evil a front on them though
I triggered at em', I don't know Big it's just the of nigga I am
I live my life a thug live my wit drugs fuck everybody else
I live my life for Blood, so Lexus, Moff and I got's to keep Triste
Blood suppose to be here

All those we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it
All times we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but you do it again?

One of my worst fears, is being in a hearse
Six deep being crushed my the earth
Bury me wit so when I'm plucked from the earth
Every motherfucker see how it was worth
Oh you stressin' my best misjudgin' of my
And all my life put in but work
talk about how I was such a big flirt

And I never slowed down 'cause I was with skirts
I mean since the early days I was from church
Y'all talk about things done to my life
You about things that I've done to my wife
I know where I'm going so I can come in a
I do this for my niggas, who get no cheddar
For my niggas up state, never get a letter

For my vitally sick, that would get no better
For my niggas in the cold, that never get a sweater
For the life I and things I done
A nigga to school I had to bring my gun
A had to hustle I had to slung them drums
As the man of the house I had to income

All those times we sung, all crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it
All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All times was fun but would you do it again?

Yo, this life I should again?
Stand on this block again?
Almost get shot again see men get shot up bad
Back up hobbilin', sista out gossipin' so I rhyme
For executives, it's imparitive do it for my jail consecutive
Get my messages, hell no or my block nigga never

One room 7 kid, screamin' mother overhead two
One fork sour milk and a of bread but I shook it off
Smiled of course kid, my wild out on some child support
Shit I'm out exhausted obsolete but girls will flip like
Dominique Daws I'm not to teach y'all
Just to reach y'all if I do my life over, I repeat all

All those times we sung, all crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it
All those times we sung, all crimes we've done
All those was fun but would you do it again?

All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All those was fun but would you do it again?
All times we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but you do it again?