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 what
Young niggas from the and we don't 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 hood so that's where it
Let 'em there

(Young Cash)
I got so much swag, I out like a shark's fin
You swimmin' in my water, I'm 'bout to let sharks in
Real in my circle, and I don't let no marks in
I to the streets, call me the young Al Sharpton
I know what coke I need, hit the streets with my
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 steals
Fifteen a six, tell me that I real
Other that's ten birds, and I jack a nigga for twelve
Get bread wit' my homeboys 'cause I'm a team
Like the A-Team, this the Yay Team, big work nigga
They should wear it on my flat

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

(Chorus)

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

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

(Tity Boi)
Yeah, it's Tity Boi, they call me 2
If I die, bury me inside 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 white like a panda
This is not a 911, a Panamera
Everybody starin', tryna see what I'm
From the era, 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 rude to every bitch, hoe is you fuck or not?
Especially white whores, yeah, this fuckin' cock
say, "Pain why you ain't on the first "All I Do Is Win"?
And I say, "I am stupid, I'm just here to get again."
I and got the Field Mob niggas and made 'em friends
And I Fleetwood Mac and Chevy P you may

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

(Chorus)