Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was right
In you ain't think I could do it again
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 like
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't really nothin' 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' asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she it like 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 thots I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
quick, in your face, now the story 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 hours
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, in 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 you gon' talk about emcees 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 at me on some, 'She still 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 girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your little cars, little
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You that funeral flow spit eulogies
You to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I should two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you ever go 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, piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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Y'all what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, live the 712
street fam
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