Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
it was only right
In case you think I could 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 operator Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really about like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs they
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it like Ducati
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they skin 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 gon' 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 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 gon' talk emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
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 Ds in your girl
All I be is some G to your girl
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You that funeral flow 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 with a fake chain,
I just hit two mil on the
I should post two mil on the
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 out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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