Luyện nghe bài hát Can We Do It Again

[Intro - Timbaland -
goes out

For all the
That think I couldn't make it
See I'm sayin
We're at y'all

time, (heh heh)

[Verse 1 -

I'm killin 'em with this I'm innovatin
Penetratin speakers, let me give you a demonstration (hu-huh)
You think that we ain't hear the you hatin

I hit the strip in the Bentley, me?, you walkin and waitin sayin
(hu-huh)
Me and Maganoo 'em hard
Got feelin the nod, just because we pull niggaz cards
Quick as (hu-huh) I got a fool this hard liquor
Gimme the mic, I'll spit a killer verse that'll start a (hu-huh)
I got ya bobbin your neck to beat, don't it (hu-huh)
This right make ya wreckin your Jeep, won't it (hu-huh)
People wonder when will we with the same magic
That make the game then enter, like I ain't had it (hu-huh)
I actin gorilla with it, my savage
You should push your album back cause that thing's crappy (hu-huh)
The game ain't been the same since my happened
Timbaland and and Beat Club, who ain't snappin

Can you do it

We gon' do it
I said, can we do it
We gon' do it
Can we do it
We gon' do it
I said, can we do it

(OW!)

Can we do it
We gon' do it
I said, can we do it
We gon' do it

Can we do it
We do it again
I said, can we do it
(OW!) (hu-huh)

[Verse 2 -
spittin and killin 'em softly
I hear what you sayin, but you lost me (hu-huh)

Even though my neck and all glossy
And my truck big as an armored tank, I ain't all (hu-huh)
You could copy or hate on my
Steppin it up, you been copyin or for a while (hu-huh)
I hit the leather, get the meters to
I lay my vocals and let Jimmy D, 'em and freak 'em, some like (hu-huh)
You think we can do it again, do ya? (hu-huh)

Did it before and we can do it to ya (hu-huh)
You better me, she be backin it up on me
I'm about gettin money and stackin it up homie (hu-huh)
I'm gettin serious, go 'head I wanna play
And when I finished with this one, I bet you gon' say (hu-huh)
The game been the same since my name happened
Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who snappin

[Verse 3 -
Ew we, my is pimpalicious
I'm than a rapper, eat my words I'm so nutritious (hu-huh)
Them other rappers come that heat talk
I talk about us baby in them sheets for sweet (hu-huh)
But if ya feelin and he leap
I fill 'em up with bullets, then the reaper gon' reap (hu-huh)
You think I'm cover that bird shit
I you barely breathin out your mouth on a curb bitch (hu-huh)
And if you keep talkin, I'ma do it (hu-huh)
He fuckin playin Tim, fuckin do it (hu-huh)
I'm the Lock West, a lot of them guns
I ain't a but you fuckers makin Oo into one, son (hu-huh)

So give me mine and you can yours
It was Missy, Tim, and The Nepts who openin doors, whore (hu-huh)
The game ain't been the same Tim name happen
and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin

(hu-huh)
(hu-huh)
(hu-huh)