Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
Felt it was right
In case you ain't I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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1]
You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't really about nothin' like
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walk in Zanottis right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it like bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
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 under they like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, 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 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk emcees on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
come 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 your
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You tryin' to 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 should post two mil on the
Get on if you ever go against 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 wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, DJ Clue
Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, from the 702
That fam
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