Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
Felt it was only
In case you ain't think I do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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You know how your boy come through on a
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really about nothin' Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You talkin' 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 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she walk in them right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
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 they skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
quick, in your face, now the story 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 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, en route
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 fuck you gon' talk about on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She 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 cool me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I should post two mil on the
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 Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
that, everybody, come on

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Y'all know it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I it, uh-huh, live from the 702
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