Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Man I fucked a bitches man
Made a lotta money, made a lotta
Would I do this shit all again, I dunno
That's a good question, would you do your life again?
I know I fuck fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing to do
I fuck that one more time, that ass was fat

Yo, Shorty get a desk and chair now wit the appear
But if you knew my life you'd shed a tear where the
Fucked up to the tough luck bar to my cousin fightin'
in a crushed up car I handled live beef from the
Pluriel I beef capeshe a few cats tried to me
I drive a fresh Benz and collect ends but I lost brothers
Some best friends word life, we all bredgren but we all
And nobody budgin' we all stubbrin' yeah, we let the hate rise

Give other fake fives look back peripheral give each other
eyes, true in all sequels you too of all people, guess they
Right money is the root of all evil a nigga front on them
I triggered at em', I know Big it's just the type of nigga I am
I live my life a thug live my life wit fuck everybody else
I live my for Blood, so Lexus, Moff and I got's to keep Triste near
Blood suppose to be here

All those times we sung, all those crimes done
All those was fun but would you do it again?
All those times we sung, all those we've done
All those was fun but would you do it again?

One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a
Six feet deep being crushed my the
me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth
Every motherfucker see how it was worth
Oh you stressin' my best misjudgin' of my
And all my life put in but work
Y'all about how I was such a big flirt

And I never slowed down 'cause I was fuckin' skirts
I mean the early days I was cuttin' from church
Y'all talk about I've done to my life
You about things that I've done to my wife
I know I'm going so I can come in a crisis
I do for my niggas, who never get no cheddar
For my niggas up state, that'll get a letter

For my vitally sick, that never get no better
For my niggas in the cold, that would never get a
For the life I lead and things I
A went to school I had to bring my gun
A nigga had to I had to slung them drums
As the man of the house I had to income

All those we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it
All those we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those was fun but would you do it again?

Yo, life I should rock again?
Stand on motherfuckin' block again?
Almost get shot again see alotta men get up bad
Back up hobbilin', sista out so I don't rhyme
For executives, it's imparitive do it for my jail berg
Get my messages, hell no or my block nigga live

One room 7 kid, mother overhead two plates
One fork sour milk and a of bread but I shook it off
Smiled of course kid, my girl out on some child support
Shit I'm out exhausted obsolete but girls will flip like
Dominique I'm not here to teach y'all
Just to reach y'all if I do my life over, I repeat all

All times we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those was fun but would you do it again?
All times we sung, all those crimes we've done
All those times was fun but you do it again?

All those times we sung, all those we've done
All times was fun but would you do it again?
All those times we sung, all those crimes we've
All those times was fun but would you do it