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 ain't I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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1]
You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really about 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, then outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she walk in them right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
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 dime in the
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in
See, you know how I be, 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 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 do it again

2]
How the fuck you gon' talk about 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 some Ds in your
All I be givin' is some G to your
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all can fool 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 to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I should two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you ever go the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, from the 702
That fam
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