Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all what this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
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 your boy come on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
to turn up, I ain't talkin' '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 ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in 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 hours
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' talk about on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my
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 your
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see your little cars, little
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit
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 hit two mil on the Instagram
I should two mil on the Instagram
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 out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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