Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was right
In case you think 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
put you in your place like valet
But ain't really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
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', her naughties, right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it like 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 play my cards right, grab a in the club
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 under skin like IV
Check a thug down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' 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 after
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 talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
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
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool 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 just hit two mil on the
I should two mil on the Instagram
Get on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring that Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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