Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all what this is
Ta-ha, thank God 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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You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
put you in your place like valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to 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' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I my cards 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
Check a Internet down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then 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, in route
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' about emcees 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 girl
All I be is some 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 can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I should 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 ridin' Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would less to type 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
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I said it, uh-huh, from the 712
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