Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

Throw the up
the hands up, niggaz
Throw the up, bitches
the hands up, bustas
Throw the hands up,
Throw the up, whores
the hands up, busters
Throw the up, Mac

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

You know Mac come with a line of freaks
Every on the hit be a 9 at least
We gettin' head on the floor, you grindin' freaks
Whole squad get it down this
Whole squad buyin' rounds of
Whole squad got they crowns on
Whole squad got a pound of
squad got a pound to spit, case a clown wanna flip

Mac slip in the club, told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the
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 up, talkin' shit
'Til they man gotta and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back bouncin' to, what
You got your hands up and I ain't 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 gettin' her
3 A.M. now I'm splittin' her
4 A.M. at the waffle
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

By the way, yo
How the fuck you talk about M C's on our heel?
When we just cop them things homie the wheels
Both are chunky the sleeves on chill
Any given 100 G's in your grill
talk 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, squeeze that

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

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

12 AM on the way to the
1 A.M. 'bout to the butt
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' butt
6 A.M. nigga still ain't
nigga 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 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 my friends
12 A.M. we do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again
go