Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

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

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You know how your boy come on a Friday
I'm a smooth operator Sade
put you in your place like valet
But they ain't really about nothin' like
Yeah, I ain't 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' 'bout no volume
Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout
You ain't talkin' income, walkin' outs they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I talkin' bout no Malcolm
from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like if her body tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it like Ducati
But you ain't 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
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the
Cause niggas be to jack 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 bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story 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 hours
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 do it again
We gon', we gon', we do it again

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How the fuck you gon' talk emcees on my heels
When all I see is trees on my heels?
New black Spur, Bs on the wheels
Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your
come at me on some, 'She still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your
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 your little cars, little
But none of y'all motherfuckers can with me
You know that funeral 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 hit two mil on the Instagram
I post 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' with
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would have less to out
Get your money up, hustlin', sowin', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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