Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

(Yeah!) We all the same blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the drum
(Yeah!) It's not where ya at
(Yeah!) about where you come from
And keep on thuggin 'til 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 get you yellow-taped
in and out of church like I'm the yellow Ma$e
All-black fleet like when get in
Missiles aimed at yo' building like Osama
"Fuck 'em all" is I'm screamin from that Mase' seat
(How About Some Hardcore) it's '93
Think deep, feel the pain in my homie's
And only you'll understand why my homies bang
Strapped up, this is us, fuck a deal
Gun boys be "Maino is a real nigga"
Yeah, me and Bust bleed the blood
Handcuffed to the bus, we the thugs
Never fear, just know I'mma ride for ya
All black baby to my mafia

(Yeah!) We all the same blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the 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!)

I gotta tell somebody

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

(Yeah!) We all bleed the blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the same
(Yeah!) It's not where 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, yeahhhhhhhh

So inspirin a nigga doubt
Look and see how niggas try to count me out
Only if niggas in my shoes and took a walk
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 another
embracin what God be havin for me
You can never stop what is destined, I you're happy for me