Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

the hands up
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
Throw the up, bustas
Throw the hands up,
Throw the hands up,
Throw the up, busters
Throw the up, Mac

You how Mac come through on the club tip
real deep on that thug shit
Cop Cris' spray the club on 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' on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch, that ass up like Juvenile
When my peeps come to 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 on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of
Whole squad got a to spit, case a clown wanna flip

Mac never in the club, told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna then the blood it can drip in the club
You how niggaz 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, talkin'
'Til man gotta come and pick 'em up
Got bitches in the back 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 gettin' 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 gon' do it
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 things homie the chromey wheels
Both arms are chunky the on chill
Any given times 100 G's in your
Don't talk to me MC's got skills
"He's alright, but not real"
Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a
Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that

Fuck, you a flow that's cool with me
You got a little dough that cool me
You got a little cars, little
But none of y'all could 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, then I blew the
Then I the four, 'fore I went on tour
I back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same
the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows to wild out
The game is ours, never foul out
Y'all better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw yo' up, niggaz, bitches, bustas
Hustlers, fuck

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 me drinks
4 A.M. exit the
5 A.M. think he some butt
6 A.M. nigga still ain't
6:15 nigga 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 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it
go