Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live the 702, y'all know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
Felt it was only
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 operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs they
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' 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 in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a thug down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the 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, in route
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk emcees on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that funeral 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 trick us with a fake chain,
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I post 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 that 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 up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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