Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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1]
You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walk in them Zanottis
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
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 they skin like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' up
How they gon' pray for 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 after
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, Uber en
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 Timb trees on my
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
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 some G to girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But of y'all motherfuckers can fool with 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 with a fake chain,
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' with
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'
that, everybody, come on

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Y'all know what it is, DJ Clue
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, from the 702
street fam
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