Luyện nghe bài hát Blooded

[Lil' talking]
Py til I die,
because,
pyru, b's up,
I'm me

Young money is the
Let us in the door,
comin in bitch
all red to the
And I'm soowoop
and I'm blooded
I got on stage
at my shows
Fuck with my
got blood on cloths
And I'm blooded (2x's)

again its on,
yea I'm in the booth
at the top
like a tac in the
Still on hoes
a mack in a suit
Still on my
not a crack in my
Rappers about me
but I don't a hoot (fuck 'em!)
These niggas lyin
I'm the truth (fuck 'em!)
Talk tough till I off your kuff
And I own my team,
I'm a Maloof
hatin on me
I'm tryin to be weezy
Just like jeezy
in da lima bean
out my mind baby
and now I'm 3-D
Dope boy from my fitted
to my DC
All red so these hoes who we be
We B's we B's
Popeye flow yea ya'll niggas peas
Gettin high on a yacht it seaweed

Yea, I advance my
and they like that
They it so much,
they say write that
at the dog,
but I bite back
I CPR
I aint they life back
CVR
bad bitch on a back
on my wrist,
yea nigga the bright
Ima shine, I where da light at
fly call me a nike check
Brand new coupe same as the sky
The dash say 2, know I'm gon try
Cop pull me lord know I'm gon lie
They go up in my lord know I'm gon fry
niggas throwin salt all over my fries
So ima just walk all over guys
throwin darts never hit the bullseye
Young money bitch new orleans east

Yea, been around the world rep the same
Been around the world its the gang
B's up B's up flame blaaat blaaat blaaat bang bang
I tol my homie streets sleep on life
So he the X pill and didn't sleep all night
I worried bout you I'm just tryin do me
Last album did 2 I'm tryin do 3
I am wat every of eyes oughta see
Bitches just wish they call and order me
My momma used to tell me get a 9 to 5
Cash made her say never mind I'm fine
(B's up!)