Luyện nghe bài hát All I Do Is Win

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

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

(Young Cash)
I got so swag, I stick out like a shark's fin
You swimmin' in my water, I'm to let them sharks in
niggas 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 a fuck like F.E.M.A.
Me and Hin off in the Beamer, 745
Brick Squad behind, they got seven .45's

(Yo Gotti)
All I do is win, I'm Gotti the G
I'm the M.V.P., I got championship
Triple double on niggas
Ten blocks and steals
Fifteen a six, tell me that I ain't
Other words that's ten birds, and I jack a for twelve
Get bread wit' my homeboys 'cause I'm a team
Like the A-Team, nigga this the Yay Team, big nigga
should wear it on my flat 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 shit
All real 'round me, no Urkel shit
I ain't tryna talk, if it ain't what's the purpose?
If it don't make and cents, it ain't worth it bitch
Alotta clowns in this rap game on circus shit
While I to win and shake the game like (?)
It's

(Chorus)

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

(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 packin' dro in grey
And when it come to hoe niggas, I be face
And in Dade we flop niggas with dummy bricks
And to cop them real chickens wit' that counterfeit
And if we know ya we touch ya
If you buck we
Then throw it up in the for the fuck of it
'Berg

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

(Chorus)

(T-Pain)
Okay, Pizzle!

Ladies and gentleman, the South is in the fuckin'
It ain't no sleepin' on me dawg, I a fuckin' cot
I'm to every bitch, hoe is you gon' fuck or not?
Especially white whores, yeah, 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 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 round for the trunk punk
runnin', go fast, like 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 on Asanti's, now that I'm on
Chevy sit so high I can give E.T. a home

(Chorus)