Luyện nghe bài hát All I Do Is Win

(Young - Intro)
Cash
Squad!
We started brick shit nigga!

(Chorus)
All I do is win, win, win, no matter
Young niggas from the hood and we don't a fuck
And every we hop out wit' them choppas
hands go up, and they 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 where it begins
Let 'em there

(Young Cash)
I got so much swag, I out like a shark's fin
You in my water, I'm 'bout to let them sharks in
niggas in my circle, and I don't let no marks in
I preach to the streets, call me the Al Sharpton
I know what coke I need, hit the streets with my
I rob ya for ya bricks, I don't give a like F.E.M.A.
Me and Hin off in the Beamer, 745
Squad right 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 championship
Triple double on these
Ten blocks and twelve
Fifteen a six, me that I ain't real
Other words that's ten birds, and I jack a nigga for
Get bread my homeboys 'cause I'm a team player
Like the A-Team, nigga this the Yay Team, big work
They should wear it on my screen

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

(Chorus)

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

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

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

(Chorus)

(T-Pain)
Okay, Pizzle!

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

(Chevy P)
up dum-dum?
Ya run um
Comin' wit' my hundred round for the trunk punk
Quit runnin', go fast, the runna done
Put holes yo' Hilfiger, wit' my Tommy gun
So jack and be nimble, and jack and be
Or I'ma light yo' ass up like a candle
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)