Luyện nghe bài hát Winners Circle

[Verse 1: Joey
I seen, niggas that was eaten together fall off the table over bitches
It ain't personal nigga you should be your bussiness
mouths get open the barrel 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 niggas try to your fate
You killin' niggas in hood, you the KKK
What's the difference you and them
in blue and the boys in white
I used to be with
in blue 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 stuck in my wallet I'm runnin 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 done seen kids drugs from their own parents just to start a habit that they would inherit
I done seen niggas fall victim to the fame
I done bitch niggas get rich and get a name
I done seen the same person in the mirror 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 2Pac, back and improved
Back from the dead back on your ass, back in my
You couldn't walk a step in my I been that dude
Ask around the they see me it's nothin new, and they done let the wrong niggas in the room
nigga, lets get it

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

2: Vic Mensa]
I woke up this morning with a fever for
A liver full of patron, half a in the Christ
from New York 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 me, don't make me I know they want me to
a statistic or a victim of the change just so niggas can say I changed
Like I did all of this work to the same
I feel like Blaine
Disappearing like the Mayans except a made it rain
And I'm stepping out of Hermes to whip on angels
I'm climbing up the coast, I wonder if God flies
I if Cam can really see me from my Southside shows
I got my with me I keep a Rottweiler close
So if you thinking of runnin' up, reach for my bread
Best be the gingerbread man you can outrun the toast
Because bullets will leave you bleeding the most
Bitch I'm the king of my castle I throw my queen
Fuck my balance im in Miami with my talents
Fucking up the
Vic Mensa for president never 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 good
We ain't breakin we gon' win against all odds
So you gonna need an army against all squads I you niggas been praying

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