Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Roc-a-fella, know what 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 in here
seconds is up, let's go

Throw the up
Throw the up, niggaz
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
the hands up, busters
Throw the up, Mac

You know how Mac through on the club tip
Everybody real deep on that shit
Cop Cris' spray the club on that shit
Cop suits snub 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' whores on the floor, whole crew be
Bitch, that ass up like Juvenile
When my come to spend a dime apiece

You know Mac through with a line of freaks
Every on the hit be a 9 at least
We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin'
squad get it down like this
Whole buyin' rounds of Cris'
squad 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, y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga 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, talkin'
'Til they man gotta come and 'em up
Got bitches in the bouncin' to, jigga what
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 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 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 the sleeves on chill
Any given times 100 G's in your
Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got
"He's alright, but not real"
Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a
Never for war, hug, squeeze that steel

Fuck, you a flow that's cool with me
You got a dough that cool with me
You got a little cars, little
But none of y'all could fool with me
You know the wrist 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
I skated the four, 'fore I went on tour
I back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow, jackin' our slang
I the same shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your tryin' to wild out
The game is ours, we'll never out
Y'all just better hope we bow out
yo' hands up, niggaz, bitches, bustas
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 buyin' me
4 A.M. the club
5 A.M. he gettin' some butt
6 A.M. still 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 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 my friends
12 A.M. we do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it
go