Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
Felt it was right
In you ain't think 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 through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in place like valet
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 talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't 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 in the club
niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under skin like IV
a Internet thug down 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 your downfall, then wish 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 in
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

2]
How the you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
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 G to your girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, little
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should two mil on the Instagram
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 that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I it, uh-huh, live from the 712
That fam
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