Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all what this is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
Felt it was only
In you ain't think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walk in them Zanottis
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You out here 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 nine in the
Cause niggas be to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet down 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 gon' pray for your downfall, then wish they up?

1 a.m., on my way to the
2 a.m., it was up
3 a.m., bad bitches us
4 a.m., now leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the after
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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk about on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't come at me on some, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to your
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit
You to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us with a chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I it, uh-huh, live from the 702
That fam
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