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 dance floor
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
the hands up, niggaz
Throw the up, bitches
Throw the up, bustas
Throw the up, hustlers
Throw the up, whores
Throw the hands up,
the hands up, Mac

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

You know Mac come through a line of freaks
bitch on the hit be a 9 at least
We gettin' head on the floor, while you freaks
Whole squad get it down like
Whole squad rounds of Cris'
squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of
Whole got a pound to spit, case a clown wanna flip

Mac never slip in the club, told 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
you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin'
'Til they man come and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the bouncin' 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 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
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 talk about 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
Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got
"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 flow that's with me
You got a little that cool with me
You got a cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers could fool with me
You the wrist frostbit minus two degrees
as blue as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat can't see his eyes, who could it be?
that new blue Yankee on, who but me?

Niggaz shipped two million, I blew the three
Then I the four, 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the
Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our
I seen the same shit to Kane
Three cuts in your 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. to shake 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. nigga still ain't
6:15 will 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 with her
3 A.M. now I'm with 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
go