Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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1]
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 about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout 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 stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it like bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they skin IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' 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 they 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 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
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
come at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that funeral flow spit
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you ever go the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python 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, kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, from the 702
street fam
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