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 niggas from the hood and we don't a fuck
And every time we hop out wit' choppas
Everybody hands go up, and they stay
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 that's it begins
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 preach to the streets, call me the young Al
I know what coke I need, hit the with my nig'
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 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 chains
Triple double on these
Ten blocks and twelve
Fifteen a six, tell me that I real
Other words that's ten birds, and I jack a nigga for
Get bread wit' my homeboys 'cause I'm a team
Like the A-Team, nigga this the Yay Team, big nigga
They should wear it on my flat

(Gudda Gudda)
Okay, all I do is win, no need for option
Fly the wind, they nicknamed me helipcopter
I don't sip gin, my cup that purple shit
All real niggas 'round me, no Urkel
I tryna talk, if it ain't 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 circus shit
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 young kings home like they 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
a huddle nigga, just give me the fuckin' rock
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 'Maro on four Gaidos
And I don't got them Asanti's
I specialize in dro in grey clutches
And when it come to hoe niggas, I be thumpin'
And in Dade we flop niggas with dummy bricks
And to cop them 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 Tity Boi, call me 2 Chainz
If I die, me inside this blue flame
You know it is, Louis on my shoestrings
I make ya get loose for the loose change
Chandelier on my neck, black and white a panda bear
This is not a 911, a Panamera
Everybody starin', tryna see I'm wearin'
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 ain't a cot
I'm rude to every bitch, hoe is you gon' 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 here to get paid again."
I went and got the Mob niggas and made 'em friends
And I Mac and Chevy P you may begin

(Chevy P)
What up
Ya run um
wit' my hundred round drum for the trunk punk
Quit runnin', go fast, the runna done
Put holes through yo' Hilfiger, my Tommy gun
So jack and be nimble, and jack and be
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)