Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

(Yeah!) We all bleed the same
(Yeah!) And we beat on the same
(Yeah!) not about 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!)

Unstoppable, yo, Maino!
Ran up in Atlantic, 'em let me go
Smack my A&R and him by his throat
Playin my life'll get you yellow-taped
Runnin in and out of church like I'm the Ma$e
All-black fleet like when get in
Missiles aimed at yo' building like livin
"Fuck 'em all" is what I'm screamin that Mase' seat
(How Some Hardcore) like it's '93
Think deep, feel the pain in my homie's
And only then you'll understand why my homies
Strapped up, is us, fuck a deal nigga
Gun boys be like "Maino is a nigga"
Yeah, me and Bust the same 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 the same blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the drum
(Yeah!) not about where ya at
(Yeah!) It's about where you come
And I'mma keep on thuggin 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 takin it me
Some of these forgot I be makin it funny
spendin like my fingers rotten then papercut bloody
In case you ain't knowin we back dominatin the
Until I make these niggas black with the of a monkey
Balenciaga boss, 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 drinker
So much head I be callin mami a thinker
Victorious like a conquered another nation
bottles and drinkin to drown the sufferation
Could give a fuck about your plan, watch how I handle
If it YMCMB or Conglomerate, cancel that!

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

I gotta 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 a walk
And thought of shit I sacrificed I have to talk
And I'm like a blouse on a clothesline
And treatin how I stumbled on another
While embracin what God be for me
You can never what is destined, I hope you're happy for me