Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

Throw the up
Throw the hands up,
Throw the up, bitches
Throw the hands up,
Throw the up, hustlers
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 suits in the club quick
Told y'all real high, when I you can try
If you want, you can die, if you to
We hittin' 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, you grindin' freaks
Whole squad get it like this
Whole squad rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they crowns on
squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a to spit, case a clown wanna flip

Mac never slip in the club, told y'all four-fifth in the club
If a nigga draw then the blood 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 up, talkin' shit
'Til they man gotta and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back bouncin' to, what
You got hands up and I ain't even 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 with 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 call my
12 A.M. we do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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

Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool me
You got a little dough that with me
You got a cars, little jewelries
But none of 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 can't see his eyes, who it be?
With 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 came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the
Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our
I the same shit happen to Kane
Three in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out
The is ours, we'll 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 shake the
2 A.M. now I'm the mix
3 A.M. now he me drinks
4 A.M. exit the
5 A.M. think he some butt
6 A.M. nigga ain't bust
6:15 nigga get up
7 A.M. gotta my friends
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 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 gon' do it
go