Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, know what this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
Felt it was only
In case you ain't think I could do it
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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You how your boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't really about nothin' like
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You talkin' income, they walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she catch it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they skin IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
quick, in your 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 they leavin' us
5 a.m., at the hours
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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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How the you gon' talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
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
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You that funeral flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to trick us a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
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 with Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, DJ Clue
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I it, uh-huh, live from the 712
street fam
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