Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

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

(Yeah!) We all bleed the same
(Yeah!) And we on the same drum
(Yeah!) not about where ya at
(Yeah!) It's about 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 niggas forgot I be makin it funny
We're spendin like my rotten then papercut bloody
In case you ain't knowin we dominatin the country
Until I make these niggas black with the of a monkey
boss, bitch address 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 mami a heavy thinker
Victorious like a nigga conquered nation
Buyin bottles and to drown the sufferation
Could give a fuck 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 about you come from
And keep on thuggin 'til the day I DIE!
(Yeah!) Oh (Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

I gotta somebody, yeahhhhhhhh

So inspirin when a doubt
Look and see how niggas try to count me out
if niggas stepped 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 on a clothesline
And treatin how I on another goldmine
While embracin what God be for me
You can never stop what is destined, I you're happy for me