Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
it was only 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 boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they ain't really about nothin' like
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You out here bein' thotty, right?
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 tryin' to jack a in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get they skin 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 story up
How they gon' pray for 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 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk about on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't 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 girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, little
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
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 with Kane
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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