Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

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

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You know how your boy come through on a
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in place like valet
But they ain't really about like Wale
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't bout no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy'
But she could it like them if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it like bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out here thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the
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 they skin like IV
a Internet thug down by IP
He carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
quick, in your 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 they with us
5 a.m., at the after
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 fuck you gon' talk about on my heels
all I see is Timb trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in grill
Don't come at me on some, 'She 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 from me to girl
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that 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 just hit two mil on the
I should two mil on the Instagram
Get on if you ever go against the fam
I sit on thrones, I sit on benches, fan
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' Kane
When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you would have to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', sowin', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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