Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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You know how your boy 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' like
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
from 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 walk in them right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it like bikes
But you fuckin' 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 right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get they skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a nigga 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 leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the hours
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 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 girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that 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 us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should post two mil on the
Get this on if you ever go the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python 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'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, DJ Clue
Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, live the 702
That fam
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