Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

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

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You know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in place like valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I 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 ain't bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a Internet thug by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in 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 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
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
come at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your little cars, little
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know 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 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 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 Vipe out, python out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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