Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
Felt it was 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 know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really about nothin' Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout 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 walk in them Zanottis
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they skin IV
Check a Internet thug 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 bitches us
4 a.m., now leavin' with 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

2]
How the fuck you talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, little
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral 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 with a fake chain,
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' Kane
When I that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get money 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, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, from the 702
That fam
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