Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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1]
You know how your boy come through on a
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't really about like Wale
Yeah, I ain't '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' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walk in them right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
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 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 be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they 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 your face, now the story 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 with 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

2]
How the fuck you gon' about emcees 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 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 your
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You know that funeral 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 post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never 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 what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I said it, uh-huh, from the 702
street fam
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