Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she walk in Zanottis right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get they skin like IV
Check a thug down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the 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 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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How the fuck you gon' talk about on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to us with a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I should post two mil on the
Get this on if you go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
When I that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would have less to 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, in the game, nigga
I it, uh-huh, live from the 702
That fam
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