Luyện nghe bài hát All I Do Is Win

(Young - Intro)
Cash
Squad!
We started this 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
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 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 in my circle, and I don't let no marks in
I preach to the streets, call me the young Al
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
Brick Squad right behind, 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 steals
Fifteen a six, tell me that I real
words that's ten birds, and I jack 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 wear it on my flat screen

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

(Chorus)

(Bun B)
We up in Harlem on some
Diddy poppin' in my Sean
Tryna these young kings home like they 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 huddle nigga, just give me the rock
up the middle, and I don't 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 'Maro on them four
And I don't got Asanti's spinnin'
I in packin' dro in grey clutches
And when it to hoe niggas, I be face thumpin'
And in County we flop niggas with dummy bricks
And quick to cop them real chickens that counterfeit
And if we know ya we touch ya
If you buck we
Then throw it up in the club for the of it
'Berg

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

(Chorus)

(T-Pain)
Okay, Pizzle!

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

(Chevy P)
What up
Ya run um
Comin' my hundred round drum for the trunk punk
Quit runnin', go fast, like the runna
Put holes yo' Hilfiger, wit' my Tommy gun
So and be nimble, and jack and be quick
Or I'ma light yo' ass up like a stick
Like Erv Gotti, I'm ridin' on Asanti's, now I'm on
Chevy sit so high I can E.T. a ride home

(Chorus)