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 I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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1]
You know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You talkin' income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she walk in them right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
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 they 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 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

2]
How the fuck you gon' talk emcees on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your 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 cool me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that flow spit eulogies
You to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should post two mil on the
Get this on if you ever go 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 never out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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