Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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1]
You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 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 talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she walk in them right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, 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 bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story up
How they gon' 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 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 do it again

2]
How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't 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
Dick in a box from me to 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 flow eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
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 with Kane
I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know it is, world-famous 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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