Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, know what this 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
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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1]
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 talkin' no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
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 fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a thug down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the 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 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, in 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 talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
come at me on some, 'She 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 me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know funeral flow 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 just hit two mil on the
I post two mil on the Instagram
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
I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I 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 what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, from the 712
That fam
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