Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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

You know how Mac come on the club tip
Everybody real deep on that thug
Cop spray the club on that thug shit
Cop frisks suits snub in the 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 be wild
Bitch, back 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'
Whole get it down like this
squad buyin' rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they on wrist
Whole got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, case a clown flip

Mac never slip in the club, told y'all niggaz in the club
If a nigga draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. up to B.I.G.
be all liquored up, talkin' shit
'Til they man come and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back bouncin' to, jigga
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 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 my friends
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
arms are chunky the sleeves on chill
Any given 100 G's in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout got skills
"He's alright, but not real"
Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a
Never fear for war, hug, that steel

Fuck, you gotta a that's cool with me
You got a little that cool with me
You got a cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all could fool with me
You know the wrist minus two degrees
'Bout as blue as the sea the way I the V
Hat cocked see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue on, who but me?

Niggaz two million, then I blew the three
I skated the four, 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the
the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to out
The game is ours, we'll never 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. 'bout to shake the
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 gettin' 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 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it
go