Luyện nghe bài hát Winners Circle

[Verse 1: Purp]
I done seen, niggas that was eaten together fall off the table over
It ain't nigga you should be handlin your bussiness
Closed mouths get open the of burners put in them
Closed eyes get led through the
I need a ridin' by myself
I ain't worried you niggas
Tryna find myself, how about you try to change your fate
You killin' niggas in hood, you the KKK
the difference between you and them
Boys in blue and the boys in
I to be with them
Boys in sellin poison white to my own folks
Ridin' my old hood
But I'm in new whip same old burner it got a new clip
new young nigga dead on the news clip
Every hood same old niggas don't do shit
Every dollar in my wallet I'm runnin through shit
Before I be a father I hang myself, on my mama
I done seen, sell drugs to their own blood
I done see niggas snitch on in they own hood
I seen kids steal drugs from their own parents just to start a habit that they would inherit
I done seen real niggas fall victim to the
I done seen bitch niggas get rich and get a
I done seen the same person in the mirror everyday and my vision clearer everyday
You take a little and a little Big L
Add an on the corner with packs to sell
You a little Em and Andre 3k, and guess what you got
The 2Pac, back and improved
Back from the dead back on your ass, in my groove
You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I been dude
Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the
nigga, lets get it

[Hook: Vic
Champagne, champagne, champagne, welcome to the Circle
Welcome to the circle
All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a thing
When you in the winners
The top feels so much than the bottom

2: Vic Mensa]
I up this morning with a fever for life
A full of patron, half a belief in the Christ
Flights from New home
My bitch tweaking from nights that I answered the phone
she always started a fight
I fought my fucking life, that ain't nothing new
Don't make me, don't make me I they want me to
Become a statistic or a of the change just so niggas can say I changed
Like I did all of this to stay the same
I feel David Blaine
Disappearing like the Mayans except a nigga it rain
And I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels
I'm climbing up the coast, I if God flies coach
I wonder if Cam can really see me my Southside shows
I got my with me I keep a Rottweiler close
So if you thinking of runnin' up, tryna for my bread
Best be the gingerbread man you can outrun the toast
Because these will leave you bleeding the most
Bitch I'm the king of my castle I throw my boat
Fuck losing my balance im in with my talents
Fucking up the
Vic for president never claimed to be a reverend
to ride a bike on days that I was drug peddlin that hood medicine
Another of the drug citizen
Lock him up him a good citizen
We ain't breakin we gon' win against all odds
So you gonna need an army all squads I hope you niggas been praying

[Hook: Vic
Champagne, champagne, champagne, to the Winner's Circle
Welcome to the winners
All of your problems don't mean, mean, a damn thing
When you in the winners
The top feels so better than the bottom