Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
Felt it was only
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 come on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs they
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a Internet 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 hours
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 do it again

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How the fuck you talk about 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, still my girl'
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, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can 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 trick us a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I post 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 that Dodge Vipe out, python out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, from the 712
street fam
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