Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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1]
You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she catch it like them if her body tight
If she walk in them Zanottis
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it like 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 my cards right, grab 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 they skin IV
Check a Internet down 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, then wish 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, en route
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

2]
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
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
come 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
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
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
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', grindin' zoein',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, DJ Clue
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I it, uh-huh, live from the 702
That fam
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