Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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

You how Mac come through on the club tip
Everybody real deep on that thug
Cop spray the club on that thug shit
Cop frisks suits snub in the club
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 Mac come through with a line of freaks
bitch on the hit be a 9 at least
We gettin' on the floor, while you grindin' freaks
Whole get it down like this
Whole squad buyin' of Cris'
squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a of twist
Whole squad got a to spit, case a clown wanna flip

Mac never slip in the club, y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how get in the club
you know how I be, all high 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 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 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 call my
12 A.M. we do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

By the way, yo
How the fuck you talk about M C's on our heel?
When we just cop them things homie the wheels
Both arms are chunky the on chill
Any given times 100 G's in your
Don't talk to me 'bout got skills
"He's alright, but not real"
Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a
Never for war, hug, squeeze that steel

Fuck, you gotta a that's cool with me
You got a little that cool with me
You got a little cars, little
But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool me
You know the wrist minus two degrees
'Bout as blue as the sea the way I the V
Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who it be?
With that new Yankee on, who but me?

Niggaz shipped two million, then I the three
Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on
I came back and it's plain, niggaz ain't rappin' the same
the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I the same shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to out
The game is ours, we'll never out
Y'all just hope we gracefully bow out
Throw yo' up, niggaz, bitches, bustas
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. the club
5 A.M. think he gettin' some
6 A.M. still ain't bust
nigga 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again
go