Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was 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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You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in your place valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't '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' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she walk in Zanottis right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for downfall, then wish they up?

1 a.m., on my way to the
2 a.m., it was up
3 a.m., bad with 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, en route
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 about emcees on my
When all I see is Timb trees on my
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
come 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 your
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, little
But none of y'all can fool with me
You that funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few 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 bring that Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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