Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

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

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You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they ain't really about like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
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 they skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story 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 bitches 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 about on my heels
When all I see is 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 is some G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral flow eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain,
I just hit two mil on the
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 with Kane
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The is mine, I never 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
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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