Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walk in them right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
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 play my cards right, grab a in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the switchin' up
How they gon' pray for 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 leavin' us
5 a.m., at the hours
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 talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your
All I be givin' is some G to girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your little cars, little
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to us with a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I should two mil on the Instagram
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 bring that Dodge Vipe out, python out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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