Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
Felt it was 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 boy come through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You talkin' income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here 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
a Internet thug down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then 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 with 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 on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your
All I be givin' is some G to 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, little
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral flow eulogies
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain,
I hit two mil on the Instagram
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
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
that, everybody, come on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I it, uh-huh, live from the 702
street fam
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