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 only
In case you think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
put you in your place like valet
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You talkin' income, they walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she catch it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
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 thots whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get they skin like 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 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 bitches 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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my
When all I see is Timb 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 some Ds in your
All I be givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
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 know that funeral 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 post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, live the 712
street fam
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