Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

Throw the up
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
the hands up, bustas
Throw the up, hustlers
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
the hands up, Mac

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

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

Mac never slip in the club, y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can in the club
You know how get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all in V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all liquored up, 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 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 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 do it again

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 chunky the sleeves on
Any given times 100 G's in grill
Don't talk to me MC's got skills
"He's alright, but not real"
Jay-Z's that deal, with in a field
fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel

Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool me
You got a dough that cool with me
You got a cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all could fool 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 new blue Yankee on, who but me?

Niggaz shipped two million, I blew the three
Then I skated the four, 'fore I on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't the same
Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our
I the same shit happen to Kane
cuts 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, fuck

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 me drinks
4 A.M. the club
5 A.M. he gettin' some butt
6 A.M. nigga still bust
nigga 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 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
6:15 I be 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