Luyện nghe bài hát Winners Circle

[Verse 1: Joey
I done seen, niggas that was together fall off the table over bitches
It ain't personal you should be handlin your bussiness
Closed mouths get open the barrel of burners put in
Closed eyes get led through the
I need a ridin' by myself
I ain't worried about you
Tryna find myself, how about you niggas try to change your
You killin' niggas in hood, you the KKK
What's the difference between you and
Boys in and the boys in white
I used to be them
Boys in sellin poison white to my own folks
Ridin' my old hood
But I'm in that new whip old burner it got a new clip
new young nigga dead on the news clip
Every hood old niggas don't ever do shit
Every dollar stuck in my wallet I'm runnin through
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 drugs their own parents just to start a habit that they would inherit
I done real niggas fall victim to the fame
I done seen bitch niggas get and get a name
I done seen the same person in the everyday and my vision gettin clearer everyday
You take a little Biggie and a Big L
Add an on the corner 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 on your ass, back in my groove
You couldn't a step in my shoes I been that dude
Ask around the city they see me it's nothin new, and 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 mean, don't mean, a damn thing
When you in the winners
The top feels so better than the bottom

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

Vic Mensa]
Champagne, champagne, champagne, to the Winner's Circle
Welcome to the circle
All of your problems don't mean, don't mean, a damn
you in the winners circle
The top feels so much than the bottom