Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

Yo, get a desk and chair now wit the guess appear
But if you knew my life you'd shed a where from the
Fucked up scar to the tough luck bar to my cousin
Chapters in a up car I handled live beef from the
Pluriel I capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me
'Cause I drive a fresh Benz and collect but I lost brothers
Some best word life, we all bredgren but we all speak
And budgin' 'cause we all stubbrin' yeah, we let the hate rise

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

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

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

And I slowed down 'cause I was fuckin' with skirts
I since the early days I was cuttin' from church
Y'all about things I've done to my life
You talk about things that I've done to my
I where I'm going so I can come in a crisis
I do for my niggas, who never get no cheddar
For my niggas up state, that'll 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 lead and things I
A nigga went to school I had to my gun
A nigga had to hustle I had to them drums
As the man of the house I had to income

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

Yo, this life I should rock
on this motherfuckin' block again?
Almost get shot again see alotta men get up bad
Back up hobbilin', out gossipin' so I don't rhyme
For executives, it's imparitive do it for my berg consecutive
Get my messages, hell no or my block nigga live

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

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

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