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 hood and we give a fuck
And every time we hop out wit' choppas
Everybody go up, and they stay 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 stay

(Young Cash)
I got so much swag, I stick out like a 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 Al Sharpton
I know what coke I need, hit the streets with my
I rob ya for ya bricks, I don't a fuck 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 the brawn G
I'm the M.V.P., I got chains
Triple double on niggas
Ten blocks and twelve
Fifteen a six, me that I ain't real
Other words that's ten birds, and I a nigga for twelve
Get bread wit' my homeboys 'cause I'm a player
Like the A-Team, nigga this the Yay Team, big work
They wear it on my flat screen

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

(Chorus)

(Bun B)
We up in on some rock
Diddy in my Sean John
Tryna send these kings home like they Bron Bron
I rep this arm strong, cold, get your long
Whip proper, I got that off white (?)
Fourth quarter, down, four seconds on the clock
Mothafuck a huddle nigga, just give me the fuckin'
up the middle, and I don't 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 on them four Gaidos
And I don't got Asanti's spinnin'
I specialize in dro in grey clutches
And it come to hoe niggas, I be face thumpin'
And in Dade County we niggas with dummy bricks
And quick to cop them real chickens wit' counterfeit
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, Tity Boi, they call me 2 Chainz
If I die, me inside this blue flame
You know what it is, Louis on my
I make ya girl get loose for the loose
Chandelier on my neck, black and like 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 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' fuck or
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 here to get again."
I went and got the Field Mob niggas and made 'em
And I Fleetwood Mac and P you may begin

(Chevy P)
up dum-dum?
Ya run um
Comin' wit' my round drum for the trunk punk
Quit runnin', go fast, like the runna
Put through yo' Hilfiger, wit' my Tommy gun
So and be nimble, and jack and be quick
Or light yo' ass up like 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 ride

(Chorus)