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 where you 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 him by his throat
Playin 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
aimed at yo' building like Osama livin
"Fuck 'em all" is I'm screamin from that Mase' seat
(How About Some Hardcore) like '93
Think deep, feel the pain in my homie's
And only you'll understand why my homies bang
Strapped up, this is us, fuck a nigga
Gun boys be "Maino is a real nigga"
Yeah, me and Bust bleed the blood
Handcuffed to the bus, we the thugs
Never fear, just know that ride for ya
All black baby to my mafia

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

I gotta somebody yeahhhhh

I'm passionate about this money
Handlin those be plottin on takin it from me
Some of these forgot I be makin it funny
We're like my fingers rotten then papercut bloody
In case you ain't knowin we back dominatin the
Until I make these black with the strength of a monkey
boss, bitch address me as Mister
Eat salmons and tortellini down at the Vista
We in silence bitch you better whisper
And sizzle the street the heat until it hella blister
So much bottles, got 'em for drinker
So much head I be callin mami a heavy
Victorious like a nigga conquered nation
bottles and drinkin 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 the same blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the same
(Yeah!) not about where ya at
(Yeah!) about where you come from
And I'mma keep on thuggin the day I DIE!
(Yeah!) Oh (Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

I gotta tell somebody,

So inspirin when a doubt
around and see how niggas try to count me out
Only if niggas in my shoes and took a walk
And thought of shit I I wouldn't have to talk
And I'm like a blouse on a clothesline
And treatin how I stumbled on another
While embracin God be havin for me
You can never what is destined, I hope you're happy for me