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 right
In case you ain't think I could do it
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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You know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't really about nothin' Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You talkin' income, they walkin' 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 ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots 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 to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' 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 leavin' us
5 a.m., at the hours
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 gon' do it
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, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to your
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, little
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that 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 should two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you ever go 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 wiped out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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