Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
Felt it was right
In you ain't think 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 operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But ain't really about 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' they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she catch it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
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 whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, grab a 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 they skin IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, 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, 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 fuck you gon' about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't come at me on some, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in girl
All I be givin' is some G to your
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
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 with a 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
Fuck the snakes, I'm with Kane
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come 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 it, uh-huh, live from the 712
street fam
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