Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
it was only right
In case you think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You ain't talkin' income, they outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it like Pilates,
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 whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they skin IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they pray for your 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 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 in
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' talk about emcees on my
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your
All I be is some 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 cars, little jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral 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 a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should post two mil on the
Get on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin',
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, live the 712
That fam
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