Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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1]
You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she catch it like them if her body tight
If she walk in them right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' 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 in the club
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 under skin like IV
Check a Internet thug 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 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 bitches us
4 a.m., now they leavin' 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 emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
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 givin' is some G to your
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, little
But none of y'all 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 trick us a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
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 Dodge Vipe out, python out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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