Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

(Yeah!) We all bleed the blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the same
(Yeah!) not about where ya at
(Yeah!) It's about where you 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
my A&R and grabbed him by his throat
Playin with my life'll get you
Runnin in and out of church I'm the yellow Ma$e
All-black like when Obama get in
Missiles aimed at yo' like Osama livin
"Fuck 'em all" is what I'm screamin from that Mase'
(How Some Hardcore) like it's '93
Think deep, feel the pain in my face
And only then understand why my homies bang
Strapped up, this is us, fuck a nigga
Gun be like "Maino is a real nigga"
Yeah, me and Bust bleed the same
Handcuffed to the bus, we the same
Never fear, just know I'mma ride for ya
All black baby welcome to my

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

I tell somebody yeahhhhh

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

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

I gotta tell somebody,

So inspirin a nigga doubt
Look and see how niggas try to count me out
Only if niggas stepped in my shoes and took a
And thought of shit I I wouldn't have to talk
And I'm like a bitch's blouse on a
And treatin how I stumbled on goldmine
While embracin what God be for me
You can stop what is destined, I hope you're happy for me