Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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

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

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

Mac never slip in the club, told niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna draw then the it can drip in the club
You how niggaz get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all up, talkin' shit
'Til they man gotta come and 'em up
Got bitches in the back to, jigga what
You got your hands up and I ain't even stick 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 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 gon' talk about M C's on our
we just cop them things homie the chromey wheels
Both arms are chunky the sleeves on
Any times 100 G's in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout got skills
"He's alright, but not real"
Jay-Z's deal, with seeds in a field
Never for war, hug, squeeze that steel

Fuck, you gotta a flow cool with me
You got a little dough that cool me
You got a little cars, little
But none of y'all motherfuckers fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two
'Bout as as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat can't see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue on, who but me?

Niggaz shipped two million, then I the three
Then I skated the four, 'fore I on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't the same
Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our
I seen the same happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to out
The is ours, we'll never foul out
Y'all just hope we gracefully bow out
yo' hands up, niggaz, bitches, bustas
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' 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 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
I be kickin' her out
7 A.M. I'm a my friends
12 A.M. we gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again
go