Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was right
In case you ain't I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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1]
You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really about nothin' like
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she catch it like them if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get they skin like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story up
How gon' pray 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 after
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

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How the fuck you talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't come at me on some, 'She 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 your
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral spit 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 fake chain,
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm with Kane
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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