Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

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

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You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't 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 talkin' 'bout
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they skin IV
Check a thug down 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 pray 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 leavin' us
5 a.m., at the hours
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, Uber in
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 talk about emcees on my heels
all I see is Timb 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 my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your girl
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, little
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You that funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I post 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 with Kane
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin',
that, everybody, come 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, live the 712
That fam
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