Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live the 702, y'all know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
Felt it was right
In case you ain't think I do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
put you in your place like valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
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 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How gon' 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 do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk emcees on my heels
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 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 with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool 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 tryin' to 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 should 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' with
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your 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, in the game, nigga
I it, uh-huh, live from the 712
That fam
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