Luyện nghe bài hát Winners Circle

[Verse 1: Joey
I done seen, that was eaten together fall off the table over bitches
It ain't personal nigga you should be handlin bussiness
mouths get open the barrel of burners put in them
Closed eyes get led the darkness
I a witness ridin' by myself
I ain't worried you niggas
Tryna find myself, how you niggas try to change your fate
You killin' niggas in hood, you the KKK
What's the between you and them
Boys in and the boys in white
I used to be them
Boys in sellin poison white to my own folks
Ridin' through my old
But I'm in that new whip old burner it got a new clip
new young nigga dead on the news clip
Every hood same old niggas don't ever do
Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm through shit
Before I be a deadbeat I hang myself, on my mama
I done seen, niggas drugs to their own blood
I done see snitch on niggas in they own hood
I done seen kids steal from their own parents just to start a habit that they would inherit
I done seen real niggas victim to the fame
I done seen niggas get rich and get a name
I seen the same person in the mirror everyday and my vision gettin clearer everyday
You take a little Biggie and a Big L
Add an adolescent on the with packs to sell
You take a little Em and 3k, and guess what you got
The 2016 2Pac, back and
Back from the dead back on your ass, back in my
You couldn't walk a step in my shoes I that dude
Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new, and they let the wrong niggas in the room
nigga, lets get it

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

2: Vic Mensa]
I woke up this morning with a for life
A liver full of patron, half a belief in the
Flights from New home
My bitch tweaking from that I never answered the phone
Because she always started a
I fought my whole fucking life, that ain't new
Don't make me, make me I know they want me to
Become a or a victim of the change just so niggas can say I changed
Like I did all of work to stay the same
I like David Blaine
Disappearing like the except a nigga made it rain
And I'm stepping out of to whip on angels wings
I'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies
I wonder if Cam can see me from my Southside shows
I got my dogs me I keep a Rottweiler close
So if you thinking of runnin' up, tryna for my bread
Best be the gingerbread man hope you can the toast
Because these bullets will leave you the most
I'm the king of my castle I throw my queen boat
Fuck losing my balance im in Miami my talents
Fucking up the
Vic Mensa for president claimed to be a reverend
Used to ride a on days that I was drug peddlin that hood medicine
victim of the drug citizen
Lock him up make him a citizen
We ain't breakin we gon' win against all odds
So you gonna need an army against all 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