Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Man I a lotta bitches man
a lotta money, made a lotta enemies
Would I do shit all over again, I dunno
a good question, would you do your life over again?
I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more if I have nothing else to do
I fuck bitch one more time, that ass was fat

Yo, get a desk and chair now wit the guess appear
But if you knew my you'd shed a tear where from the
up scar to the tough luck bar to my cousin fightin'
Chapters in a crushed up car I live beef from the
Pluriel I beef capeshe a few tried to muirelize me
'Cause I drive a fresh Benz and collect but I lost brothers
Some friends word life, we all bredgren but we all speak
And nobody 'cause we all stubbrin' yeah, we let the hate rise

Give each other fake fives back peripheral give each other
Snake eyes, true in all sequels you too of all people, guess
Right money is the of all evil a nigga front on them though
I triggered at em', I don't Big it's just the type of nigga I am
I live my life a thug live my life wit drugs fuck everybody
I live my life for Blood, so Lexus, Moff and I to keep Triste near
Blood suppose to be here

All those we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it
All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All times was fun but would you do it again?

One of my fears, is being stuffed in a hearse
Six deep being crushed my the earth
Bury me wit rings so I'm plucked from the earth
Every motherfucker see how much it was
Oh you my best misjudgin' of my worst
And all my put in nothin' but work
Y'all talk about how I was such a big

And I never slowed down 'cause I was fuckin' skirts
I mean since the days I was cuttin' from church
Y'all talk about things I've done to my
You talk about that I've done to my wife
I know where I'm going so I can in a crisis
I do for my niggas, who never get no cheddar
For my up state, that'll never get a letter

For my vitally sick, that would never get no
For my niggas in the cold, that never get a sweater
For the life I lead and things I
A nigga to school I had to bring my gun
A had to hustle I had to slung them drums
As the man of the I had to bring income

All those times we sung, all those we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it
All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All times was fun but would you do it again?

Yo, this life I should rock
Stand on this motherfuckin' block
Almost get shot see alotta men get shot up bad
Back up hobbilin', sista out so I don't rhyme
For executives, it's imparitive do it for my jail consecutive
Get my messages, hell no or my block nigga live

One room 7 kid, mother overhead two plates
One fork milk and a loaf of bread but I shook it off
Smiled of course kid, my girl wild out on some support
Shit I'm out exhausted obsolete y'all but girls will flip
Daws I'm not here to teach y'all
Just here to reach y'all if I do my life over, I all

All those we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those was fun but would you do it again?
All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All those was fun but would you do it again?

All times we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those was fun but would you do it again?
All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All times was fun but would you do it again?