Luyện nghe bài hát All I Do Is Win

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

(Chorus)
All I do is win, win, win, no what
Young niggas from the hood and we give a fuck
And every time we hop out wit' them
hands 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 in the hood so that's where it begins
Let 'em stay

(Young Cash)
I got so much swag, I out like a shark's fin
You swimmin' in my water, I'm 'bout to let them in
niggas in my circle, and I don't 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 give a fuck 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 championship
Triple on these niggas
Ten and twelve steals
Fifteen a six, tell me that I real
Other words that's ten birds, and I jack a 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 like the wind, they me helipcopter
I don't sip gin, my cup that purple shit
All real niggas me, no Urkel shit
I ain't tryna talk, if it 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 the game like (?)
Gudda

(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 your long
Whip game proper, I got that off (?)
Fourth quarter, fourth down, seconds on the clock
Mothafuck a huddle nigga, just me the fuckin' rock
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 don't know me you can call me
That 'Maro on four Gaidos
And I got them Asanti's spinnin'
I specialize in packin' dro in grey
And when it to hoe niggas, I be face thumpin'
And in Dade County we flop niggas with dummy
And quick to cop real chickens wit' that counterfeit
And if we don't ya we touch ya
If you we bustin'
Then throw it up in the for the fuck of it
It's

(Tity Boi)
Yeah, it's Boi, they call me 2 Chainz
If I die, bury me inside this 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 a panda bear
is not a 911, this a Panamera
Everybody starin', see what I'm wearin'
From the era, where M.O.B. mean 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 bitch, hoe is you gon' fuck or not?
Especially white whores, yeah, gargle this fuckin'
They say, "Pain why you ain't on the "All I Do Is Win"?
And I say, "I am stupid, I'm just to get paid again."
I and got the Field Mob niggas and made 'em friends
And I Fleetwood Mac and P you may begin

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