Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, thank God Friday
it was only right
In case you think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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1]
You know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she walk in them right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out here bein' thotty,
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, a dime in the club
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a diamonds in
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then wish 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 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we do it again

2]
How the fuck you gon' talk emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb trees on my
New black Spur, them Bs on the
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to your
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I the freestyles, that's cool with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that funeral flow eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us with a chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' Kane
When I bring that Vipe out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know it is, world-famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, best in the game,
I it, uh-huh, live from the 702
That fam
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