Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
it was only 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 come through on a
I'm a smooth like Sade
put you in your 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 talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' outs the
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I my cards 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 under they like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then 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 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 gon' do it

2]
How the fuck you gon' talk about on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
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 some G to girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool 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 fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I should post two mil on the
Get this on if you go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
that, everybody, come on

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