Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live the 702, y'all 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 know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You talkin' income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walk in them right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
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 under they skin IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How gon' 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 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 gon' about emcees on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
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 just hit two mil on the
I should post two mil on the
Get this on if you ever go the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
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 702
street fam
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