Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
it was only right
In case you think I could 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 smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
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 in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story up
How they 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 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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How the fuck you gon' talk emcees 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 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 some G to girl
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I post 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 would have 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, best in the game,
I said it, uh-huh, live the 712
That fam
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