Luyện nghe bài hát All I Do Is Win

(Young - Intro)
Cash
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 time we hop out wit' them choppas
Everybody hands go up, and they there
They better there, they better stay there
Lay down, lay down, lay
all I do is win, win, win
It started in the so that's where it begins
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 them in
Real niggas in my circle, and I let no marks in
I preach to the streets, call me the young Al
I what coke I need, hit the streets with 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 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 championship
double on these niggas
Ten blocks and twelve
Fifteen a six, tell me that I ain't
Other that's ten birds, and I jack a nigga for twelve
Get bread wit' my 'cause I'm a team 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 like the wind, nicknamed me helipcopter
I don't sip gin, my cup fulla purple shit
All real niggas 'round me, no Urkel
I ain't talk, if it ain't money what's the purpose?
If it don't make dollars and cents, it worth it bitch
clowns in this rap game on that circus shit
While I proceed to win and the game like (?)
Gudda

(Chorus)

(Bun B)
We up in Harlem on some
Diddy 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 nigga, just give me the fuckin' rock
Goin' up the middle, and I need a fuckin' block
Touchdown, the South win, bitch get off the fuckin'

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

(Tity Boi)
Yeah, it's Boi, they call me 2 Chainz
If I die, bury me 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 like a panda bear
This is not a 911, this a
Everybody starin', tryna see what I'm
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 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 this fuckin'
They say, "Pain why you 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 made 'em
And I Fleetwood Mac and Chevy P you may

(Chevy P)
What up
Ya run um
Comin' wit' my hundred round for the trunk punk
Quit runnin', go fast, like the runna
Put through yo' Hilfiger, wit' my Tommy 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)