Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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1]
You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she in them Zanottis right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it like bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under skin like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story 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 they leavin' us
5 a.m., at the after
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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

2]
How the fuck you gon' talk about on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't come at me on some, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your
All I be givin' is some G to your
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral flow eulogies
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to us with 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' Kane
I bring that 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' zoein',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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