Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

(Yeah!) We all bleed the blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the drum
(Yeah!) It's not about ya at
(Yeah!) about where 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
my A&R and grabbed him by his throat
Playin my life'll get you yellow-taped
Runnin in and out of church I'm the yellow Ma$e
fleet like when Obama get in
Missiles aimed at yo' building Osama livin
"Fuck 'em all" is what I'm from that Mase' seat
(How Some Hardcore) like it's '93
Think deep, feel the in my homie's face
And only then you'll why my homies bang
up, this is us, fuck a deal nigga
Gun be like "Maino is a real nigga"
Yeah, me and Bust bleed the blood
to the bus, we the same thugs
Never fear, just know that 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 you come from
And I'mma keep on thuggin the day I DIE!
(Yeah!) Oh (Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

I gotta somebody yeahhhhh

I'm passionate about gettin money
Handlin those that be plottin on it from me
Some of these forgot I be makin it funny
We're spendin my fingers rotten then papercut bloody
In case you ain't knowin we back the country
I make these niggas black with the strength of a monkey
Balenciaga boss, address me as Mister
Eat and tortellini down at the Bella Vista
We move in bitch you better whisper
And sizzle the street with the heat until it blister
So much bottles, got 'em for drinker
So much head I be callin a heavy thinker
Victorious like a nigga conquered another
Buyin bottles and to drown the sufferation
Could give a about 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 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!)

I gotta somebody, yeahhhhhhhh

So inspirin when a nigga
around and see how niggas try to count me out
Only if stepped in my shoes and took a walk
And of shit I sacrificed I wouldn't have to talk
And I'm a bitch's blouse on a clothesline
And treatin how I stumbled on goldmine
embracin what God be havin for me
You can never stop what is destined, I hope you're for me