Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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

You how Mac come through on the club tip
real deep on that thug shit
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 whores 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 with a line of freaks
Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at
We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin'
Whole squad get it like this
Whole buyin' rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they on wrist
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 niggaz in the club
If a nigga wanna draw then the 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 up, talkin' shit
they man gotta come and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back 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 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 call my
12 A.M. we gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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

Fuck, you a flow that's cool with me
You got a dough that cool with me
You got a little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two
as blue 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 the four, 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, niggaz ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow, jackin' our slang
I the same shit happen to Kane
Three in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out
The game is ours, we'll never out
Y'all just 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 buyin' me
4 A.M. exit the
5 A.M. he gettin' some butt
6 A.M. nigga still 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it
go