Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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

You how Mac come through on the club tip
Everybody real on that thug shit
Cop spray the club on that thug shit
Cop frisks suits snub in the 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, that ass up like 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 freaks
Whole squad get it like this
Whole squad buyin' of Cris'
squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of
Whole squad got a to spit, case a clown wanna flip

Mac slip in the club, told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
If a nigga wanna draw the blood it can drip in the club
You know how get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. up to B.I.G.
be all liquored up, talkin' shit
'Til they man gotta and pick '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 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
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

By the way, yo
How the fuck you gon' talk M C's on our heel?
we just cop them 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, seeds in a field
Never for war, hug, squeeze that steel

Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool me
You got a little dough that with me
You got a little cars, little
But none of y'all motherfuckers could with me
You know the frostbit minus two degrees
'Bout as as the sea the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked see his eyes, who could it be?
that new blue Yankee 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
Fuck the flow, jackin' our slang
I seen the same happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to out
The game is ours, we'll never out
Y'all better hope we gracefully bow out
yo' hands 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. exit the
5 A.M. think he gettin' 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 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 gon' do it
go