Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know 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
That flow, nigga, ha

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You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
put you in your place like valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You talkin' income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walk in them right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story 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 leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the hours
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, en 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
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' 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 go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' Kane
I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
that, everybody, come on

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Y'all what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, live the 702
street fam
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