Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Roc-a-fella, y'all know what is
We givin' y'all five seconds to put your down
And report to the floor immediately
All the bustas we givin' 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 up, niggaz
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
the hands up, hustlers
Throw the up, whores
the hands up, busters
Throw the up, Mac

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

You know Mac come with a line of freaks
bitch on the hit be a 9 at least
We gettin' head on the floor, you grindin' freaks
Whole get it down like this
Whole squad rounds of Cris'
Whole squad got they on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of
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 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.
Niggaz be all liquored up, shit
'Til they man gotta and pick 'em up
Got in the back bouncin' 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 it erupt
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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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

Fuck, you gotta a flow cool with me
You got a little dough cool with me
You got a little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit two degrees
as blue as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked 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 skated the four, 'fore I on tour
I came and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow, y'all our slang
I the same shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your tryin' to wild 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 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. think he gettin' butt
6 A.M. still ain't 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 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it
go