Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
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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1]
You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she catch it like them if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, wish 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 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

2]
How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain,
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
Fuck the snakes, I'm with Kane
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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