Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, thank God 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 your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walk in Zanottis right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in
See, you how I be, posted 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 bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then wish 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 they 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, little
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You that funeral flow spit eulogies
You to fool 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 fake chain,
I hit two mil on the Instagram
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
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring that 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'
Fuck that, everybody, 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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