Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Roc-a-fella, y'all know 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 seconds to get 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 hands up,
the hands up, hustlers
Throw the hands up,
the hands up, busters
Throw the up, Mac

You know how Mac come through on the tip
Everybody real deep on that thug
Cop Cris' spray the club on thug shit
Cop frisks suits snub in the quick
y'all 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 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, while you freaks
squad get it down like this
Whole squad rounds of Cris'
Whole got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, a clown 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 know how get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin'
'Til man gotta come and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back bouncin' to, jigga
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 splittin' 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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

Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool 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 frostbit minus two degrees
'Bout as as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked see his eyes, who could it be?
that new blue Yankee on, who but me?

Niggaz shipped two million, then I the three
Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on
I back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same
the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in eyebrows tryin' to wild out
The game is ours, we'll foul out
Y'all just better 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. the club
5 A.M. think he gettin' some
6 A.M. nigga ain't bust
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 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again
go