Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was right
In case you ain't think I could do it
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 operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
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 play my cards right, a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause be tryin' to jack a diamonds 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 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 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 you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
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 givin' is some G to girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You that funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should 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' with
I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get your money up, hustlin', sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, DJ Clue
Storm, that kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I said it, uh-huh, live the 712
That fam
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