Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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

You how Mac come through on the club tip
Everybody real on that thug shit
Cop Cris' the club on that thug shit
Cop frisks 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, back that ass up like
When my peeps to spend a dime apiece

You Mac come through 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
squad buyin' rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got crowns on wrist
squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, case a clown wanna

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 how niggaz get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all in V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G.
be all liquored up, talkin' shit
'Til they man gotta come and 'em up
Got in the back bouncin' to, jigga what
You got your hands up and I ain't even 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 it erupt
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
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 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 chunky the sleeves on
Any times 100 G's in your 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 for war, hug, squeeze that steel

Fuck, you gotta a that's cool with me
You got a little dough that with me
You got a little cars, little
But none of y'all could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit two degrees
'Bout as blue as the sea the way I the V
Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who 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 back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow, y'all our slang
I seen the same shit to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows to wild out
The game is ours, never foul 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 shake the
2 A.M. now I'm the mix
3 A.M. now he me drinks
4 A.M. the club
5 A.M. think he some butt
6 A.M. nigga still ain't
nigga 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 gettin' 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
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 do it again
go