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 think I do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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1]
You know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
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 could catch it like if her body tight
If she walk in them right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
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
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get they skin like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the switchin' up
How they gon' 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 with 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 gon' do it

2]
How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in 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 cool me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should 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' with
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, 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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