Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was only
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 your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You talkin' income, they walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't 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 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
Check a Internet down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
quick, in your 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 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, 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' talk about emcees on my
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 at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a 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
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' Kane
I bring that 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 what it is, world-famous DJ
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, live the 712
That fam
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