Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in place like valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walk in them right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a 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 guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story up
How gon' 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 with us
4 a.m., now leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the hours
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, en 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 about on my heels
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
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 some G to girl
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But of y'all 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 to trick 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 Dodge Vipe out, piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I it, uh-huh, live from the 702
street fam
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