Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

(Yeah!) We all the same blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the same
(Yeah!) not about where ya at
(Yeah!) It's where 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
my A&R and grabbed him by his throat
Playin with my life'll get you
Runnin in and out of like 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 seat
(How About Some Hardcore) like '93
deep, feel the pain in my homie's face
And then 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 bleed the same blood
Handcuffed to the bus, we the thugs
fear, just know that I'mma ride for ya
All black baby to my mafia

(Yeah!) We all bleed the same
(Yeah!) And we beat on the drum
(Yeah!) It's not 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!)

I gotta tell somebody

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

(Yeah!) We all the same blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the same
(Yeah!) It's not about ya at
(Yeah!) about 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
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 have to talk
And I'm a bitch's blouse on a clothesline
And how I stumbled on another goldmine
While embracin God be havin for me
You can never what is destined, I hope you're happy for me