Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, thank God 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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You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really about nothin' like
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout 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 it like them if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under skin like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the switchin' up
How gon' 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 bitches us
4 a.m., now they with us
5 a.m., at the hours
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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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How the fuck you gon' talk emcees 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 grill
Don't come at me on some, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that funeral flow spit
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us with a chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
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' Kane
When I that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I it, uh-huh, live from the 702
street fam
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