Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
Felt it was right
In case you think I could do it again
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 like Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 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 ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she catch it like 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 bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
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 they skin like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the 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 with 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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How the fuck you gon' talk emcees on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't at me on some, 'She still 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 me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral flow eulogies
You tryin' to 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 just hit two mil on the
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you go against 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 is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I it, uh-huh, live from the 712
That fam
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