Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

Throw they up (Yeah)
Throw hands up (Oh)
they hands up (Oh)
Throw hands up (Yeah)

Throw they up (Yeah)
Throw hands up (Yeah)
Throw they up (Yeah)
Throw they up

1]
You know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You ain't income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she walk in them Zanottis
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it like bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under skin 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 face, now the story switchin' up
How they pray 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 gon' do it

2]
How the you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New Spur, them 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 givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that 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 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 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',
Fuck that, everybody, on

Throw hands up
they hands up

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
street fam
Throw hands up