Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
Felt it was only
In you ain't think 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 operator Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my cards right, a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get they skin like IV
Check a Internet 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 they leavin' us
5 a.m., at the hours
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, Uber en
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 talk about emcees on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
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
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain,
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I should post two mil on the
Get this on if you go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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