Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all what this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
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 how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' 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 like Ducati
But you ain't everybody, right?
You out here 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 in the club
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 thug down 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 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 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk 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 at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in girl
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral flow eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool 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 two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, DJ Clue
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I said it, uh-huh, from the 712
street fam
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