Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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1]
You know how your boy come through on a
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't '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 talkin' no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she catch it like them if her body tight
If she walk in Zanottis right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they skin IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for downfall, then wish they up?

1 a.m., on my way to the
2 a.m., it was up
3 a.m., bad bitches us
4 a.m., now they with us
5 a.m., at the after
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, Uber en
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

2]
How the fuck you gon' about emcees on my heels
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 girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
in a box from me to your 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 motherfuckers can fool with me
You know funeral flow spit 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 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
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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