Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

Throw the up
Throw the up, niggaz
the hands up, bitches
Throw the up, bustas
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 that shit
Cop Cris' spray the on that thug shit
Cop frisks suits snub in the club
Told y'all real high, when I 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
When my peeps come to spend a 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 freaks
Whole get it down like this
Whole squad rounds of Cris'
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 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 up, talkin' shit
'Til they man gotta come and 'em up
Got bitches in the back bouncin' to, 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 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

By the way, yo
How the fuck you gon' talk about M C's on our
When we just cop them things homie the wheels
arms are chunky the sleeves on chill
Any times 100 G's in your grill
Don't talk to me 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 steel

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

Niggaz two million, then I blew the three
Then I skated the four, I went on tour
I came 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 your eyebrows tryin' to out
The game is ours, never foul out
just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw yo' hands up, niggaz, bitches,
Hustlers, that

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 some butt
6 A.M. still ain't bust
6:15 nigga 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 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 gon' do it
go