Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Man I a lotta 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 over
I know I fat ass Tasha one more time if I have nothing else 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 you'd shed a tear where from the
Fucked up scar to the luck bar to my cousin fightin'
in a crushed up car I handled live beef from the
Pluriel I beef capeshe a few tried to muirelize me
'Cause I drive a Benz and collect ends but I lost brothers
Some friends word life, we all bredgren but we all speak
And nobody budgin' 'cause we all stubbrin' yeah, we let the rise

Give each other fake fives 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 on them though
I at em', I don't know Big it's just the type of nigga I am
I live my life a thug live my wit drugs fuck everybody else
I my life 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 we've done
All those times was fun but you do it again?
All those times we sung, all those we've done
All those times was fun but you do it again?

One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a
Six deep being crushed my the earth
Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked the earth
motherfucker see how much it was worth
Oh you stressin' my misjudgin' of my worst
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' with
I mean since the days I was cuttin' from church
Y'all talk things I've done to my life
You talk about things I've done to my wife
I where 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, never get a letter

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

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

Yo, this life I rock again?
Stand on motherfuckin' block again?
Almost get shot again see men get shot up bad
Back up hobbilin', out gossipin' so I don't rhyme
For executives, it's imparitive do it for my jail berg
Get my messages, hell no or my nigga never live

One room 7 kid, screamin' 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 y'all but girls will flip
Daws 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 those times we sung, all 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 would you do it
All those times we sung, all crimes we've done
All those times was fun but would you do it