Luyện nghe bài hát All I Do Is Win

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

(Chorus)
All I do is win, win, win, no what
Young niggas from the hood and we don't give a
And time we hop out wit' them 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 it begins
Let 'em there

(Young Cash)
I got so much swag, I stick out a shark's fin
You in my water, I'm 'bout to let them sharks in
Real niggas in my circle, and I let no marks in
I to the streets, call 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 Squad right behind, they got .45's

(Yo Gotti)
All I do is win, I'm Gotti the G
I'm the M.V.P., I got championship
double on these 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 'cause I'm a team player
the A-Team, nigga this the Yay Team, big work nigga
They should 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 fulla that purple
All real niggas 'round me, no Urkel
I ain't tryna talk, if it ain't money what's the
If it don't dollars and cents, it ain't worth it bitch
Alotta in this rap game on that circus shit
While I proceed to win and shake the like (?)
Gudda

(Chorus)

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

(Iceberg)
nigga!
And if you don't me you can call me Billion
'Maro on them four Gaidos
And I got them Asanti's spinnin'
I in packin' dro in grey clutches
And when it come to hoe niggas, I be face
And in Dade County we flop niggas with bricks
And quick to cop them chickens wit' that counterfeit
And if we don't ya we touch ya
If you we bustin'
Then 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, bury me this blue flame
You what it is, Louis on my shoestrings
I make ya girl get for the loose change
Chandelier on my neck, black and white like a bear
This is not a 911, a Panamera
starin', tryna see what I'm wearin'
From the era, where M.O.B. mean only better

(Chorus)

(T-Pain)
Okay, Pizzle!

Ladies and gentleman, the is in the fuckin' spot
It ain't no sleepin' on me dawg, I ain't a cot
I'm rude to bitch, hoe is you gon' fuck or not?
Especially white whores, yeah, gargle this 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 Field Mob niggas and made 'em
And I Fleetwood Mac and P you may begin

(Chevy P)
What up
Ya run um
Comin' wit' my hundred round drum for the punk
Quit runnin', go fast, the runna done
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 candle
Like Erv Gotti, I'm ridin' on Asanti's, now I'm on
Chevy sit so high I can give E.T. a ride

(Chorus)