Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

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

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1]
You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't really about like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
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 out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get they skin like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the switchin' 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 bitches us
4 a.m., now they with 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

2]
How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your
All I be givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, little
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to 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 Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get your money up, hustlin', 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, from the 712
That fam
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