Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
Felt it was right
In case you think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really about like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
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 tryin' to jack a in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he 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 with us
4 a.m., now leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the after
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 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 my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your
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 hear the freestyles, that's cool 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 gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain,
I hit two mil on the Instagram
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 ridin' with
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
that, everybody, come on

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