Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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

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

You know Mac come through with a of freaks
Every on the hit be a 9 at least
We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin'
Whole squad get it like this
Whole squad buyin' rounds of
Whole squad got they crowns on
Whole got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit, case a wanna flip

Mac never in the club, told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna draw then the it can drip in the club
You know how get in the club
Shit you how I be, all high in V.I.P. rollin' up to B.I.G.
Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin'
'Til man gotta come and pick 'em up
Got in the back bouncin' to, jigga what
You got your hands up and I ain't 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 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 call my
12 A.M. we gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

By the way, yo
How the fuck you gon' talk M C's on our heel?
When we just cop them things the chromey wheels
Both arms are chunky the on chill
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 fear for war, hug, squeeze steel

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

Niggaz shipped two million, then I the three
Then I skated the four, 'fore I on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all ain't rappin' the same
Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our
I seen the same shit to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows to wild out
The game is ours, we'll foul 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. to shake 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. think he some butt
6 A.M. still ain't bust
6:15 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 do it again
go