Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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You know how your boy come through on a
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 'bout no album
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 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' 'bout no
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walk in them Zanottis
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it like Ducati
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a thug down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry 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 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 you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to your
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You tryin' to 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 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
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would have less to 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
That fam
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