Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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You know how your boy come through on a
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't about 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' asylums
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walk in them right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it like bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, 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 your face, now the story up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, 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 after
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 gon' do it
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 Timb on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't 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
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that flow spit eulogies
You to fool 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 fake chain,
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you go against 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, piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your 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, in the game, nigga
I it, uh-huh, live from the 702
That fam
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