Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it like Ducati
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story 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 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk 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 your
Don't at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You that funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to 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 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' Kane
When I that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', zoein', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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Y'all know what it is, DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I said it, uh-huh, live the 702
That fam
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