Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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1]
You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she in them Zanottis right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You out here bein' 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 know how I be, up on IG
Get under skin like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then 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 you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
New black Spur, them Bs on the
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't at me on some, 'She 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 me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain,
I just hit two mil on the
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 with Kane
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all what it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I said it, uh-huh, live the 702
That fam
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