Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was right
In case you ain't think I could do it
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 operator Sade
put you in your place like valet
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to up, I ain't talkin' '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 talkin' bout no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' 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 nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they skin 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 gon' pray for your downfall, then 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 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 gon' do it

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How the fuck you gon' talk about 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 Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to your
Dick in a box 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 motherfuckers can fool me
You know that funeral flow spit
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels 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 this on if you ever go the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm with 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'
that, everybody, come on

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