Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again

Live the 702, y'all know what this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
it was only right
In case you think I could do it again
Oh, I'm a do it
Brooklyn flow, nigga, ha

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You know how your boy through on a Friday
I'm a smooth like Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I talkin' 'bout no album
Time to turn up, I talkin' '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
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 in them Zanottis right
If she it like Pilates, right
If she it like 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 cards right, 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 they like IV
Check a thug down by IP
He ain't carry guns, all he was ID
And, see, now a bitchin' up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the switchin' 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 bitches us
4 a.m., now they leavin' us
5 a.m., at the after
6 a.m., now we at the
6:15, I be her out
7:15, Uber en
8 a.m.,
1 a.m., I'm gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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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
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 from me to girl
So, you got a flow, that's cool me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all can fool with me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You to fool 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 just hit two mil on the
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 ridin' Kane
When I bring that Dodge out, python piped out
The wave is mine, I wiped out
If you was countin', you would less to type out
Get money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin'
Fuck that, everybody, on

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