Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, thank God it's
Felt it was right
In case you think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
That flow, nigga, ha

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1]
You know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a operator like Sade
put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' outs they
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird from Atlanta, I talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' or 'Roddy' White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walkin', her naughties, right
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You out here bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of thots I'm in the club
I play my right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be tryin' to a diamonds in clubs
See, you know how I be, up on IG
Get under they like IV
Check a Internet down by IP
He ain't guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
quick, in your face, now the story switchin' 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 leavin' with us
5 a.m., at the hours
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 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 trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
up anywhere, Tim D. in your 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 some G to your
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, cool with me
I see your cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know funeral 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 trick us with a fake chain,
I hit two mil on the Instagram
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 with Kane
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' 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 it, uh-huh, live from the 712
street fam
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