Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

Yo, Shorty get a desk and chair now wit the appear
But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear from the
Fucked up scar to the tough bar to my cousin fightin'
Chapters in a crushed up car I handled beef from the
Pluriel I beef capeshe a few tried to muirelize me
'Cause I a fresh Benz and collect ends but I lost brothers
Some best 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 look back peripheral give other
eyes, true in all sequels you too of all people, guess they
Right money is the root of all evil a nigga front on though
I triggered at em', I don't know Big it's just the type of I am
I live my life a live my life wit drugs fuck everybody else
I live my life for Blood, so Lexus, Moff and I got's to keep near
Blood suppose to be here

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

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

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

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

All those times we sung, all those crimes 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 block again?
Almost get again see alotta men get shot up bad
Back up hobbilin', sista out gossipin' so I don't
For executives, it's imparitive do it for my berg consecutive
Get my messages, hell no or my block nigga never

One 7 kid, screamin' mother overhead two plates
One sour milk and a loaf of bread but I shook it off
Smiled of course kid, my girl wild out on some child
Shit I'm out obsolete y'all but girls will flip like
Dominique Daws I'm not 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 times was fun but 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 we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but you do it again?
All those times we sung, all crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it