Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really about nothin' Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You talkin' income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walk in them Zanottis
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they skin IV
Check a thug down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't come at me on some, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to your
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your little cars, little
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with me
You know funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
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
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring Dodge Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein',
Fuck that, everybody, 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, from the 702
street fam
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