Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
it was only right
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 boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs they
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it like bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet thug 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, 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, 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 you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to your
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You that funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us with a chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
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 ridin' with
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 money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come 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
That fam
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