Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
Felt it was 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 boy come through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really about nothin' 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' they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' 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 bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they 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 bitches us
4 a.m., now they leavin' 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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

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