Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they ain't really 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 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she catch it like them if her body tight
If she walk in them Zanottis
If she it like Pilates, right
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to jack a in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get they skin like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in 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 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 do it again
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 on my heels?
New Spur, them Bs on the wheels
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is G to your girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You know funeral flow spit 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 us with a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
I post two mil on the Instagram
Get on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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