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 you ain't 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 come through on a
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 'bout no album
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You talkin' income, they walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, 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 under they like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' 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 with us
4 a.m., now they leavin' 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 do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk emcees 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 your
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, little
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 hit two mil on the Instagram
I should 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' Kane
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' 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 it, uh-huh, live from the 712
That fam
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