Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live the 702, y'all know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
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 boy come through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really about nothin' Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You talkin' income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she walk in them Zanottis
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a Internet 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' 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, 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 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 at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to your
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that funeral flow spit
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us with a 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 with Kane
When I bring that Dodge out, python 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'
that, everybody, come 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 it, uh-huh, live from the 702
street fam
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