Luyện nghe bài hát All I Do Is Win

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

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

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

(Yo Gotti)
All I do is win, I'm the brawn G
I'm the M.V.P., I got chains
Triple double on niggas
Ten and twelve steals
a six, tell me that I ain't real
Other words that's ten birds, and I a nigga for twelve
Get wit' 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 don't sip gin, my cup fulla that purple
All real niggas 'round me, no Urkel
I ain't tryna talk, if it ain't what's the purpose?
If it don't make dollars and cents, it ain't worth it
Alotta clowns in rap game on that circus shit
While I proceed to win and the game like (?)
It's

(Chorus)

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

(Iceberg)
nigga!
And if you don't know me you can me Billion
That on them four Gaidos
And I don't got them Asanti's
I specialize in dro in grey clutches
And when it come to hoe niggas, I be face
And in Dade County we flop niggas dummy bricks
And quick to cop them real chickens wit' that
And if we don't know ya we ya
If you we bustin'
Then it up in the club for the fuck of it
'Berg

(Tity Boi)
Yeah, it's Tity Boi, they call me 2
If I die, bury me inside this flame
You what it is, Louis on my shoestrings
I make ya girl get loose for the loose
Chandelier on my neck, and white like a panda 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 South is in the spot
It ain't no sleepin' on me dawg, I ain't a cot
I'm rude to every bitch, hoe is you fuck or not?
Especially white whores, yeah, gargle fuckin' cock
They say, "Pain why you 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' wit' my hundred drum for the trunk punk
Quit runnin', go fast, like the runna
Put holes through yo' Hilfiger, wit' my gun
So jack and be nimble, and and be quick
Or I'ma light yo' ass up like a stick
Like Erv Gotti, I'm on Asanti's, now that I'm on
Chevy sit so high I can give E.T. a home

(Chorus)