Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
Felt it was only
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 come on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in your like valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 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 ain't bout no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she ride it like Ducati
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
I play my cards right, grab a in the club
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, wish they up?

1 a.m., on my way to the
2 a.m., it was up
3 a.m., bad bitches 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, Uber in
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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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
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
Don't come at me on some, 'She my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box from me to girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that funeral flow eulogies
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put gas in the game, few jewels for me
You tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get this on if you ever go the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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