Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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1]
You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in your place like
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she walk in Zanottis right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You out here bein' 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 nine in the
niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get they skin like IV
Check a Internet down 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' 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 leavin' with 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 Timb trees on my
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 is some G to your girl
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your cars, little 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 some gas in the game, few for me
You to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I post 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 Vipe out, python out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I it, uh-huh, live from the 702
street fam
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