Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

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

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You know how boy come through on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
I'll put you in your place like
But they ain't really about like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't income, they walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I ain't 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it like Ducati
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
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be to jack a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under they skin 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 your downfall, 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 leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the after
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 do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk about on my heels
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She still my
I'm rich, boy, I some Ds in your girl
All I be givin' is some G to girl
in a box from me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral flow spit
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 with a chain, foolery
I just hit two mil on the
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' Kane
When I bring that Vipe out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your up, hustlin', grindin' sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
Desert Storm, that kid
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, from the 712
street fam
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