Luyện nghe bài hát Always Winnin

(I'm loving generation)

(Y'all cats know we play to win)
I'm always winning
(Y'all cats know we always to win)

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Feel me, man
Back of the and in my own home, watching Homeland
And romancing a mean girl, Lohan
Trying to deprogram, Detox, lace the
Set a screen pop then a three off
[?] out with deep thoughts, watching NBC Peacock
Grids, we stop, not, we [?]
Jack Donaghy, pro-black Donna Lee
Pump Pope Francis a dope rap harmony, yo
I some Facebook posts and I open TextEdit
Cause I don't or Twitter, yaa, I get-get it
And I kinda get Reddit but I don't really get
Not like respect, actually, I don't really got credit
I don't got a card, good, no debts yet
At times I go to pay and they say "Yo, we accept debit"
Don't accept cash? Well, you make us have to get in
It makes me wanna talk Illuminati on my next
Also rappings who go "I really get credit"
I know, I'm pretty sure I'm the best at it
Couple get close when they grind Next
You know, when we're grinding, that's "Too Close" by Next
Check it, on that silly swag
Jeans got that and chilly sag
Seven epic rap Iliads
Young genius, some cats really mad
Even political when I boast now I really
So from punk rockers to gun from dumb jocks to
Young doctors are all saying that I proper
Like "I knew he had lyrics, but was a fun concept"
Haters can hate, I'm unbothered, the bottom is
I'm winning

2]
I said I'm always
Kind of rhymes got the mommies grinning
Army [?] and my spinning
Speaking of mommies, lot of people call me
Because I'm always watching kids, to get it popping
With a couple little poppy and they might pop a bit
But locals popping Cris in the season, Popovich
Champagne popping, but I from the opposite of bottom
Still on top of it, my is [?]
The rest is overhyped, punks is under prepped
And soft as One Direction while I'm sharp enough to puncture
One punch should get you stumbling like a mess
Lungs compress, stuck in a stretcher they run some test
Uncontestable, to rest, sun is blessed
So I'mma the pressure, I'm even better than sudden death
unimpressed, I'm clever, no wonder, heads
Pirate this like treasure in the sunken chest
Motherfunk and fresh, the sound of thunder over jet
Coming the west where the sun gets set
Not a grip, it's a London rap
Like I'm double deck busses, watch me bust like a hundred
IQ by one question, who wanna mess
With brother S.K.? Say yes, and you the yet
Humble vet, still running with anyone that
'Til every tongue confesses that boy belong among the best
winning