Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

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

(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 keep on thuggin 'til the day I DIE!
(Yeah!) Oh (Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

I gotta tell yeahhhhh

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

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

I gotta somebody, yeahhhhhhhh

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