Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

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

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You know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really about like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get they skin like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he 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 wish 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 leavin' us
5 a.m., at the hours
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, Uber in
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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How the fuck you gon' talk about on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in girl
All I be givin' is some G to your
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should post two mil on the
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 that 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', sowin', 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, best in the game,
I said it, uh-huh, from the 712
street fam
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