Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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

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

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

Mac slip in the club, told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how niggaz get in the
Shit you how I be, all high in V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all liquored up, shit
'Til they man come and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back to, jigga what
You got your hands up and I ain't even 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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

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

Niggaz two million, then I blew the three
Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on
I came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the
Fuck the flow, jackin' our slang
I seen the shit happen to Kane
cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out
The game is ours, we'll foul out
Y'all just better hope we bow out
Throw yo' up, niggaz, bitches, bustas
Hustlers, that

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 buyin' me
4 A.M. the club
5 A.M. think he gettin' butt
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 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again
go