Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live from the 702, y'all know what is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
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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You know how your boy come through on a
I'm a smooth operator like
I'll put you in your place valet
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no
Time to turn up, I ain't 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' asylums
You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' outs the
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' bout no
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No Jones or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it them if her body tight
If she walk in Zanottis right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you ain't fuckin' everybody,
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my cards right, grab a dime in the
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you how I be, posted up on IG
Get under skin like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in face, now the story switchin' up
How gon' pray 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 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, en route
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk about emcees on my
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 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 from me to your
So, you got a flow, cool with me
I hear the freestyles, that's cool me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of motherfuckers can fool with me
You know that flow spit eulogies
You tryin' to a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G
Put some gas in the game, few for me
You tryin' to us with a fake chain, foolery
I hit two mil on the Instagram
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
Fuck the snakes, I'm ridin' Kane
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The is mine, I never wiped out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', zoein', finessin'
that, everybody, come on

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