Luyện nghe bài hát All I Do Is Win

(Young - Intro)
Young
Squad!
We this brick shit nigga!

(Chorus)
All I do is win, win, win, no matter
Young niggas from the and we don't give a fuck
And every time we hop out them choppas
Everybody go up, and they stay there
They better stay there, they better stay
Lay down, lay down, lay
all I do is win, win, win
It started in the hood so that's it begins
Let 'em there

(Young Cash)
I got so much swag, I stick out a shark's fin
You swimmin' in my water, I'm 'bout to let them in
Real niggas in my circle, and I let no marks in
I preach to the streets, me the young Al Sharpton
I know what I need, hit the streets with my nig'
I rob ya for ya bricks, I don't a fuck like F.E.M.A.
Me and Hin off in the Beamer, 745
Brick Squad behind, they got seven .45's

(Yo Gotti)
All I do is win, I'm Gotti the G
I'm the M.V.P., I got chains
Triple double on niggas
Ten blocks and steals
Fifteen a six, tell me that I ain't
Other words that's ten birds, and I jack a nigga for
Get bread wit' my homeboys 'cause I'm a team
Like the A-Team, this the Yay Team, big work nigga
They should it on my flat screen

(Gudda Gudda)
Okay, all I do is win, no for another option
Fly the wind, they nicknamed me helipcopter
I don't sip gin, my cup fulla purple shit
All real niggas 'round me, no Urkel
I ain't tryna talk, if it ain't money the purpose?
If it don't make and cents, it ain't worth it bitch
clowns in this rap game on that circus shit
While I proceed to win and shake the game (?)
Gudda

(Chorus)

(Bun B)
We up in Harlem on some
Diddy in my Sean John
Tryna send these kings home like they Bron Bron
I rep this arm strong, cold, get your John
Whip proper, I got that off white (?)
quarter, fourth down, four seconds on the clock
Mothafuck a huddle nigga, just give me the rock
Goin' up the middle, and I need a fuckin' block
Touchdown, the South win, get off the fuckin' jock

(Iceberg)
nigga!
And if you know me you can call me Billion
That 'Maro on them Gaidos
And I don't got Asanti's spinnin'
I specialize in packin' dro in grey
And when it come to hoe niggas, I be face
And in Dade County we flop niggas with dummy
And quick to cop real chickens wit' that counterfeit
And if we know ya we touch ya
If you buck we
throw it up in the club for the fuck of it
It's

(Tity Boi)
Yeah, it's Tity Boi, they call me 2
If I die, bury me inside blue flame
You know what it is, on my shoestrings
I ya girl get loose for the loose change
Chandelier on my neck, black and white like a bear
is not a 911, this a Panamera
Everybody starin', see what I'm wearin'
From the era, where M.O.B. mean only better

(Chorus)

(T-Pain)
Okay, Pizzle!

Ladies and gentleman, the is in the fuckin' spot
It ain't no on me dawg, I ain't a fuckin' cot
I'm rude to every bitch, hoe is you fuck or not?
Especially white whores, yeah, gargle fuckin' cock
say, "Pain why you ain't on the first "All I Do Is Win"?
And I say, "I am stupid, I'm just here to get again."
I went and got the Mob niggas and made 'em friends
And I Fleetwood Mac and Chevy P you may

(Chevy P)
up dum-dum?
Ya run um
Comin' my hundred round drum for the trunk punk
runnin', go fast, like the runna done
Put holes yo' Hilfiger, wit' my Tommy gun
So and be nimble, and jack and be quick
Or I'ma light yo' ass up like a stick
Like Erv Gotti, I'm ridin' on Asanti's, now I'm on
Chevy sit so high I can E.T. a ride home

(Chorus)