Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all 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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You know how your boy come through on a
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really about nothin' Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
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 Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati
But you ain't everybody, right?
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
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 skin like IV
Check a Internet 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 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 leavin' with 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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How the you gon' 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 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 me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool 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 that funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should two mil on the Instagram
Get on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
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, live the 712
street fam
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