Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

(Yeah!) We all the same blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the same
(Yeah!) It's not where ya at
(Yeah!) It's about where you come
And I'mma on thuggin '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 grabbed him by his
Playin my life'll get you yellow-taped
in and out of church 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 from that Mase' seat
(How Some Hardcore) like it's '93
deep, feel the pain in my homie's face
And only you'll understand why my homies bang
Strapped up, is us, fuck a deal 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, just know that I'mma for ya
All black baby welcome to my

(Yeah!) We all the same blood
(Yeah!) And we on the same 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 gotta somebody yeahhhhh

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

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

I gotta somebody, yeahhhhhhhh

So inspirin when a nigga
around and see how niggas try to count me out
Only if niggas stepped in my shoes and a walk
And thought of I sacrificed I wouldn't have to talk
And I'm like a bitch's 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