Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

Throw the up
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
Throw the up, hustlers
Throw the up, whores
Throw the hands up,
Throw the up, Mac

You know how Mac come on the club tip
Everybody real deep on thug shit
Cop Cris' the club on that thug shit
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 peeps come to spend a apiece

You Mac come 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 like this
Whole squad buyin' of Cris'
squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, case a clown flip

Mac never slip in the club, told niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how get in the club
you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin'
they man gotta come and pick 'em up
Got in the back bouncin' to, jigga what
You got your up and I ain't 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 made it
2 A.M. now I'm with her
3 A.M. now I'm with her
4 A.M. at the house
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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

By the way, yo
How the fuck you gon' talk M C's on our heel?
we just cop them things homie the chromey wheels
Both arms are chunky the sleeves on
Any given times 100 G's in your
Don't to me 'bout MC's got skills
"He's alright, but not real"
Jay-Z's deal, with 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 with me
You got a cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers could with me
You know the frostbit minus two degrees
'Bout as as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue on, who but me?

shipped two million, then I blew the three
Then I the four, 'fore I went on tour
I back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our
I the same shit happen to Kane
Three in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out
The game is ours, we'll never out
Y'all just better hope we bow out
yo' hands up, niggaz, bitches, bustas
Hustlers, fuck

12 AM on the way to the
1 A.M. to shake the butt
2 A.M. now I'm the mix
3 A.M. now he me drinks
4 A.M. exit the
5 A.M. think he gettin' some
6 A.M. nigga still bust
6:15 nigga get up
7 A.M. gotta my friends
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 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 gon' do it
go