Luyện nghe bài hát All I Do Is Win

(Young - Intro)
Young
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 we hop out wit' them choppas
Everybody go up, and they stay there
They stay 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 stick out a shark's fin
You in my water, I'm 'bout to let them 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 my nig'
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 Gotti the G
I'm the M.V.P., I got championship
Triple on these niggas
Ten blocks and steals
Fifteen a six, tell me I ain't real
Other words that's ten birds, and I jack a for twelve
Get bread my homeboys 'cause I'm a team player
Like the A-Team, nigga the Yay Team, big work nigga
should wear it on my flat screen

(Gudda Gudda)
Okay, all I do is win, no for another option
Fly the wind, they nicknamed me helipcopter
I sip gin, my cup fulla that purple 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 dollars and cents, it worth it bitch
Alotta in this rap game on that circus shit
While I to win and shake the game like (?)
Gudda

(Chorus)

(Bun B)
We up in on some rock
Diddy poppin' in my John
Tryna send these young kings home they Bron Bron
I rep this arm strong, cold, get your long
game proper, I got that off white (?)
Fourth quarter, down, four seconds on the clock
Mothafuck a huddle nigga, give me the fuckin' rock
Goin' up the middle, and I need 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 'Maro on them four
And I got them Asanti's spinnin'
I in packin' dro in grey clutches
And when it come to hoe niggas, I be thumpin'
And in Dade County we flop niggas with bricks
And quick to cop them real chickens wit' that
And if we don't ya we touch ya
If you buck we
Then throw it up in the club for the of it
It's

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

(Chorus)

(T-Pain)
Okay, Pizzle!

Ladies and gentleman, the is in the fuckin' spot
It no sleepin' on me dawg, I ain't a fuckin' cot
I'm to every bitch, hoe is you gon' fuck or not?
Especially white whores, yeah, gargle 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 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 round drum for the trunk punk
Quit runnin', go fast, like the runna
Put holes yo' Hilfiger, wit' my Tommy gun
So jack and be nimble, and jack and be
Or I'ma 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 E.T. a ride home

(Chorus)