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,
in this bitch
all red to the
And I'm blooded
and I'm blooded
I got on stage
bloods at my
Fuck with my
got on your cloths
And I'm blooded (2x's)

again its on,
yea I'm back in the
at the top
like a tac in the
Still on these
a mack in a suit
Still on my
not a crack in my
talkin about me
but I give a hoot (fuck 'em!)
These niggas still
I'm the truth (fuck 'em!)
tough till I knock off your kuff
And I own my team,
I'm a Maloof
hatin on me
I'm just to be weezy
Just young jeezy
in da lima Ghini
Smoked out my mind
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,
say they write that
at the dog,
but I bite back
I CPR
I bringin they life back
CVR
bad bitch on a bite
on my wrist,
yea nigga the bright
Ima shine, I live where da at
Airforce fly call me a check
new coupe same color as the sky
The say 2, lord know I'm gon try
Cop pull me lord know I'm gon lie
They go up in my trunk lord I'm gon fry
Them throwin salt all over my fries
So ima walk all over them guys
Niggas darts never hit the bullseye
Young money bitch new orleans east

Yea, been around the world rep the same
Been the world its the same gang
B's up B's up flame gang blaaat blaaat blaaat bang
I tol my homie streets sleep on life
So he the X pill and didn't sleep all night
I aint bout you I'm just tryin do me
album did 2 I'm just tryin do 3
I am wat every pair of oughta see
Bitches just they could call and order me
My momma used to tell me get a 9 to 5
Cash money made her say mind I'm fine
(B's up!)