Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live the 702, y'all know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
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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You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
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 they skin like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' 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 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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How the fuck you gon' 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 grill
come at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your
All I be givin' is G to your girl
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's 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 funeral spit eulogies
You to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You to trick us with 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
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
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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