Luyện nghe bài hát All I Do Is Win

(Young - Intro)
Cash
Squad!
We started this brick 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 wit' choppas
Everybody hands go up, and stay there
They better stay there, they better there
Lay down, lay down, lay
all I do is win, win, win
It started in the hood so that's where it
Let 'em there

(Young Cash)
I got so swag, I stick out like a shark's fin
You swimmin' in my water, I'm 'bout to let sharks in
niggas in my circle, and I don't let no marks in
I preach to the streets, me the young Al Sharpton
I know what coke I need, hit the streets my nig'
I rob ya for ya bricks, I give 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 these
Ten and twelve steals
Fifteen a six, me that I ain't real
Other words that's ten birds, and I jack a nigga for
Get bread wit' my homeboys 'cause I'm a player
Like the A-Team, nigga this the Yay Team, big nigga
They should wear it on my screen

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

(Chorus)

(Bun B)
We up in Harlem on rock
poppin' in my Sean John
Tryna send these young kings home like Bron Bron
I rep this arm strong, cold, get your long
game proper, I got that off white (?)
Fourth quarter, fourth down, four on the clock
Mothafuck a huddle nigga, just give me the rock
Goin' up the middle, and I don't need a fuckin'
Touchdown, the South win, bitch get off the jock

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

(Tity Boi)
Yeah, it's Tity Boi, they me 2 Chainz
If I die, me inside this 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 a panda bear
This is not a 911, this a
starin', tryna see what I'm wearin'
From the era, where M.O.B. mean money only

(Chorus)

(T-Pain)
Okay, Pizzle!

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

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

(Chorus)