Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
it was only right
In case you ain't I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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You know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really about nothin' like
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then they up?

1 a.m., on my way to the
2 a.m., it was up
3 a.m., bad with us
4 a.m., now they leavin' us
5 a.m., at the hours
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, Uber en
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your girl
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I should two mil on the Instagram
Get on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I said it, uh-huh, from the 702
street fam
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