Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

Yo, Shorty get a and chair now wit the guess appear
But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where the
Fucked up scar to the tough luck bar to my fightin'
Chapters in a crushed up car I live beef from the
Pluriel I beef capeshe a few cats to muirelize me
'Cause I drive a 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

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

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

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

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

For my vitally sick, that would get no better
For my niggas in the cold, that would get a sweater
For the life I and things I done
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 bring

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

Yo, this life I should rock
Stand on this motherfuckin' block
Almost get again see alotta men get shot up bad
up hobbilin', sista out gossipin' so I don't rhyme
For executives, it's imparitive do it for my jail berg
Get my messages, hell no or my block never live

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

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

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