Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Roc-a-fella, know what this is
We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drink
And report to the dance immediately
All the bustas we givin' y'all seconds to get close to a exit
It's about to get real ugly in
seconds is up, let's go

Throw the up
Throw the up, niggaz
the hands up, bitches
Throw the up, bustas
the hands up, hustlers
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
the hands up, Mac

You know how Mac come on the club tip
real deep on that thug shit
Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug
Cop frisks suits in the club quick
Told real high, when I come you can try
If you want, you can die, if you to
We hittin' on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch, back ass up like Juvenile
When my come to spend a dime apiece

You know Mac through with a line of freaks
Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at
We head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks
Whole squad get it down like
Whole buyin' rounds of Cris'
squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of
Whole squad got a pound to spit, case a clown wanna

Mac never slip in the club, told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the
If a nigga wanna then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all in V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin'
'Til they man gotta and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back to, jigga what
You got your hands up and I even stick y'all up

get it up
Throw the up
get it up
Throw the up

12 A.M. on the way to the
1 A.M. DJ it erupt
2 A.M. now I'm gettin' her
3 A.M. now I'm with her
4 A.M. at the waffle
5 A.M. now we at my
6 A.M. I be her out
6:15 I be her out
7 A.M. I'm a call my
12 A.M. we do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

By the way, yo
How the fuck you talk about M C's on our heel?
When we cop them things homie the chromey wheels
arms are chunky the sleeves on chill
Any given times 100 G's in grill
Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got
"He's alright, but not real"
Jay-Z's that deal, seeds in a field
Never fear for war, hug, that steel

Fuck, you a flow that's cool with me
You got a little dough that cool me
You got a little cars, jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit two degrees
as blue as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new Yankee on, who but me?

Niggaz shipped two million, then I blew the
Then I the four, 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, niggaz ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow, y'all our slang
I seen the shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows to wild out
The is ours, we'll never foul out
just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw yo' up, niggaz, bitches, bustas
Hustlers, that

12 AM on the way to the
1 A.M. 'bout to shake the
2 A.M. now I'm the mix
3 A.M. now he buyin' me
4 A.M. exit the
5 A.M. think he gettin' some
6 A.M. nigga still ain't
6:15 will get up
7 A.M. gotta tell my
12 A.M. I'm a do it again, uh, uh
I'm, I'm, I'm a do it
12 A.M. I'm a do it again, go

12 A.M. on the way to the club,
1 A.M. DJ it a rub
2 A.M. now I'm gettin' her
3 A.M. now I'm splittin' her
4 A.M. at the house
5 A.M. now we at my
6 A.M. I be her out
I be kickin' her out
7 A.M. I'm a my friends
12 A.M. we do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again
go