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
about to get real ugly in here
Five is up, let's go

the hands up
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
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
real deep on that thug shit
Cop spray the club on that thug shit
Cop frisks snub in the club quick
Told y'all high, when I come you can try
If you want, you can die, if you to
We whores on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch, that ass up like Juvenile
When my peeps come to spend a apiece

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

Mac never 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 how niggaz get in the club
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 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 it erupt
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 do it again

By the way, yo
How the fuck you talk about M C's on our heel?
When we just cop them things the chromey wheels
Both arms are the sleeves on chill
Any times 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, seeds in a field
Never for war, hug, squeeze that steel

Fuck, you gotta a that's cool with me
You got a little dough cool with me
You got a little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers could 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, I blew the three
Then I skated the four, I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz rappin' the same
the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I the same shit happen to Kane
Three 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' hands up, niggaz, bitches,
Hustlers, fuck

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 me drinks
4 A.M. the club
5 A.M. he gettin' some butt
6 A.M. nigga ain't bust
6:15 will get up
7 A.M. tell 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 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 gon' do it
go