Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Man I fucked a bitches man
Made a lotta money, made a lotta
Would I do this shit all over again, I
That's a good question, you do your life over again?
I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing to do
I fuck that bitch one time, that ass was fat

Yo, Shorty get a and chair now wit the guess appear
But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where the
up scar to the tough luck bar to my cousin fightin'
Chapters in a crushed up car I handled live beef the
Pluriel I capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me
'Cause I drive a fresh Benz and collect ends but I brothers
best friends word life, we all bredgren but we all speak
And nobody budgin' 'cause we all yeah, we let the hate rise

Give each other fake fives look back peripheral give other
Snake eyes, in all sequels you too of all people, guess they
Right money is the root of all evil a nigga front on though
I triggered at em', I don't know Big it's just the of nigga I am
I live my life a thug my life wit drugs fuck everybody else
I live my life for Blood, so Lexus, Moff and I got's to keep near
'Cause Blood to be here

All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All those was fun but would you do it again?
All those times we sung, all crimes we've done
All those was fun but would you do it again?

One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a
Six deep being crushed my the earth
Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked the earth
Every see how much it was worth
Oh you stressin' my best of my worst
And all my put in nothin' but work
Y'all talk about how I was such a big

And I never slowed down 'cause I was fuckin' with
I since the early days I was cuttin' from church
Y'all talk about things done to my life
You talk about things that I've to my wife
I know where I'm going so I can in a crisis
I do this for my niggas, who get no cheddar
For my up state, that'll never get a letter

For my vitally sick, that never get no better
For my niggas in the cold, that would get a sweater
For the I lead and things I done
A nigga went to I had to bring my gun
A nigga had to hustle I had to slung drums
As the man of the house I had to bring

All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All times was fun but would you do it again?
All those times we sung, all crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it

Yo, this I should rock again?
Stand on motherfuckin' block again?
Almost get again see alotta men get shot up bad
Back up hobbilin', sista out gossipin' so I rhyme
For executives, it's imparitive do it for my berg consecutive
Get my messages, hell no or my block nigga live

One room 7 kid, mother overhead two plates
One fork sour milk and a loaf of but I shook it off
of course kid, my girl wild out on some child support
Shit I'm out exhausted obsolete but girls will flip like
Dominique Daws I'm not here to teach
Just here to reach if I do my life over, I repeat all

All times we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it
All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All those was fun but would you do it again?

All times we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but you do it again?
All those we sung, all those crimes we've done
All times was fun but would you do it again?