Luyện nghe bài hát Always Winnin

(I'm this generation)

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

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me, grown man
Back of the road and in my own home, Homeland
And romancing with a girl, Lohan
to deprogram, Detox, lace the Reeboks
Set a screen pop then shoot a off
Then [?] out deep thoughts, watching NBC Peacock
Grids, we stop, not, we [?]
Quote Jack Donaghy, pro-black Lee
Pump Pope Francis with a rap harmony, yo
I read Facebook posts and I open TextEdit
Cause I don't blog or Twitter, yaa, I it
And I kinda get Reddit but I really get credit
Not respect, like actually, I don't really got credit
I don't got a credit card, good, no yet
At times I go to pay and they say "Yo, we accept debit"
accept cash? Well, you make us have to get in debt
It me wanna talk Illuminati on my next record
Also rappings who go "I don't get credit"
I know, I'm pretty sure I'm the best at it
Couple get close when grind like Next
You know, baby we're grinding, that's "Too Close" by Next
it, Shad's on that silly swag
Jeans got that and chilly sag
minute epic rap Iliads
Young black genius, some really mad
Even when I boast now I really brag
So from rockers to gun cockers 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 line is
I'm winning

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