Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

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

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You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You ain't talkin' income, they outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' 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 they skin like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story 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, in route
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 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, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your girl
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, cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to us with 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
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' with
When I bring that Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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