Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was right
In case you think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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1]
You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
put you in your place like valet
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' outs the
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get they skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
quick, in your face, now the story 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 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 gon' do it

2]
How the fuck you gon' about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
come 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
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
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 ridin' Kane
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped 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, DJ Clue
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, from the 702
That fam
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