Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

(Yeah!) We all bleed the blood
(Yeah!) And we on the same drum
(Yeah!) not about where ya at
(Yeah!) about where you come from
And I'mma keep on thuggin the day I DIE!
(Yeah!) Oh (Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Unstoppable, yo, Maino!
Ran up in Atlantic, 'em let me go
Smack my A&R and him by his throat
Playin my life'll get you yellow-taped
in and out of church like I'm the yellow Ma$e
All-black fleet like when get in
Missiles at yo' building like Osama livin
"Fuck 'em all" is I'm screamin from that Mase' seat
(How About Some Hardcore) like '93
Think deep, feel the in my homie's face
And then you'll understand why my homies bang
Strapped up, this is us, a deal nigga
Gun be like "Maino is a real nigga"
Yeah, me and Bust bleed the same
to the bus, we the same thugs
Never fear, just know that ride for ya
All black baby welcome to my

(Yeah!) We all bleed the same
(Yeah!) And we beat on the same
(Yeah!) It's not about ya at
(Yeah!) It's where you come from
And keep on thuggin 'til the day I DIE!
(Yeah!) Oh (Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

I tell somebody yeahhhhh

I'm about gettin this money
Handlin those that be plottin on takin it me
Some of these niggas I be makin it funny
spendin like my fingers rotten then papercut bloody
In case you ain't knowin we dominatin the country
Until I make niggas black with the strength of a monkey
boss, bitch address me as Mister
Eat salmons and tortellini down at the Vista
We in silence bitch you better whisper
And sizzle the street with the heat it hella blister
So bottles, got 'em for every drinker
So much head I be mami a heavy thinker
Victorious like a nigga conquered nation
Buyin bottles and to drown the sufferation
Could give a fuck about your plan, watch how I that
If it ain't or Conglomerate, cancel that!

(Yeah!) We all bleed the blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the drum
(Yeah!) It's not where ya at
(Yeah!) about where you come from
And I'mma keep on thuggin the day I DIE!
(Yeah!) Oh (Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

I tell somebody, yeahhhhhhhh

So when a nigga doubt
Look and see how niggas try to count me out
if niggas stepped in my shoes and took a walk
And of shit I sacrificed I wouldn't have to talk
And I'm like a bitch's on a clothesline
And treatin how I stumbled on another
embracin what God be havin for me
You can never stop what is destined, I hope happy for me