Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

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

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You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't really about nothin' like
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You ain't income, they walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
No 'Julio' Jones or White
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 like bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I my cards right, grab 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 they skin IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then 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, in route
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 talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your
All I be givin' is some G to girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that funeral flow spit
You tryin' to 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 wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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