Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all know 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 boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really about like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't income, they walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my 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 skin IV
a Internet thug 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 story up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then 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, 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
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't come at me on some, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, little
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know funeral 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 to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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