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 only
In case you ain't think I could do it
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really about 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 talkin' 'bout
You ain't talkin' income, they outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it like bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
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
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' 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 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 in
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' talk about on my heels
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in girl
All I be is some G to your girl
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 little cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
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 ridin' Kane
I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', 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, best in the game,
I it, uh-huh, live from the 712
street fam
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