Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live the 702, y'all know what this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was right
In case you ain't think I do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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You know how your boy come through on a
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in 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 talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout 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 walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get they skin like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How gon' 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 hours
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, Uber in
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' about emcees on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New Spur, them 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 some Ds in your 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 cool me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
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 with Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your 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 said it, uh-huh, live the 712
street fam
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