Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

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

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1]
You know how your boy come through on a
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your place valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You talkin' income, then walkin' outs the outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like them if her body
If she walk in them right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she it like Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
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 how I be, posted up on IG
Get under 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 your face, now the story up
How they gon' 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 bitches 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your 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 your little cars, jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that 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 to trick us with a fake chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
I should post two mil on the
Get this on if you 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 would have 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, live the 702
That fam
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