Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live the 702, y'all know what this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
it was only right
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 place like
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she walk in Zanottis right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they like IV
a Internet 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 story up
How they gon' 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 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

2]
How the fuck you talk about 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 some Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, little
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool 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 trick us with a 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 that Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to 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, kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I it, uh-huh, live from the 702
That fam
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