Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Again (Freestyle)

Live from the 702, y'all know this is
Ta-ha, God it's Friday
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 like Sade
I'll put you in your like valet
But they really about nothin' like Wale
Yeah, I ain't talkin' no album
Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' no volume
Crazy up in here, I talkin' 'bout asylums
You ain't talkin' income, they walkin' they outcome
You ex on a nigga, I ain't talkin' no Malcolm
Bird Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons
No 'Julio' Jones or White
But she could catch it like them if her tight
If she walkin', lose her naughties,
If she stretch it like Pilates,
If she ride it Ducati bikes
But you fuckin' everybody, right?
You ain't out bein' thotty, right?
I mean, I see a lot of whenever I'm in the club
I my cards right, grab a dime in the club
Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my in the club
Cause niggas be tryin' to 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 carry guns, all he carry was ID
And, see, now a nigga up
Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story up
How they gon' pray for your downfall, then wish 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 gon' do it
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it

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How the fuck you talk about emcees on my heels
When all I see is Timb on my heels?
New black Spur, them Bs on the
up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill
Don't come at me on some, still my girl'
I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in girl
All I be is some G to your girl
Dick in a box me to your girl
So, you got a flow, that's with me
I hear the freestyles, that's with me
I see little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers can fool me
You know that funeral spit eulogies
You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to 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 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 Vipe out, piped out
The wave is mine, I never out
If you was countin', you have less to type out
Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' sowin',
Fuck that, everybody, on

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Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ
Desert Storm, kid Loso
Bar for bar, in the game, nigga
I said it, uh-huh, live the 712
That fam
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