Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was right
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 your boy come on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't really 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' 'bout
You talkin' income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to 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 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 hours
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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

2]
How the fuck you gon' talk about on my heels
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, 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 Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You that funeral flow spit eulogies
You to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain,
I just hit two mil on the
I should 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' Kane
When I bring that Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, from the 702
That fam
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