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 you ain't think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get they skin like IV
Check a thug down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then wish 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 leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the after
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, in route
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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How the fuck you gon' talk emcees on my heels
all I see is Timb 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 some Ds in girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your little cars, little
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You that funeral 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 tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you ever go 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 have less to out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I it, uh-huh, live from the 712
That fam
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