Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all what this is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
Felt it was 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 operator like Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' 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, grab a dime in the
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to 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 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' 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 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, in route
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
come at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in girl
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know funeral flow spit eulogies
You to fool 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
I bring that 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 money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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