Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
it was only right
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 know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You talkin' income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati 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 play my cards right, grab a dime in the
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story up
How they 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 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 gon' do it

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How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my
all I see is Timb trees 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 some 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 cool me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit
You to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should post two mil on the
Get on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
that, everybody, come on

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