Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

(Yeah!) We all bleed the blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the same
(Yeah!) not about where ya at
(Yeah!) It's about 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
my A&R and grabbed him by his throat
Playin with my life'll get you
Runnin in and out of like I'm the yellow Ma$e
All-black like when Obama get in
Missiles aimed at yo' building like Osama
"Fuck 'em all" is what I'm screamin from that seat
(How About Some Hardcore) like '93
deep, feel the pain in my homie's face
And only then you'll why my homies bang
Strapped up, is us, fuck a deal nigga
Gun boys be like "Maino is a nigga"
Yeah, me and Bust the same blood
Handcuffed to the bus, we the thugs
Never fear, just that I'mma ride for ya
All black welcome to my mafia

(Yeah!) We all the same blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the same
(Yeah!) It's not 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!)

I gotta somebody yeahhhhh

I'm passionate about gettin money
Handlin those be plottin on takin it from me
Some of these niggas forgot I be makin it
spendin like my fingers rotten then papercut bloody
In case you knowin we back dominatin the country
Until I make these niggas black the strength of a monkey
boss, bitch address me as Mister
Eat salmons and tortellini down at the Bella
We move in silence bitch you whisper
And sizzle the street with the heat it hella blister
So bottles, got 'em for every drinker
So much head I be callin mami a thinker
Victorious like a nigga conquered another
Buyin bottles and drinkin to drown the
give a fuck about your plan, watch how I handle that
If it ain't or Conglomerate, cancel that!

(Yeah!) We all the same blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the drum
(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!)

I gotta somebody, yeahhhhhhhh

So inspirin a nigga doubt
Look around and see how 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 bitch's blouse on a
And treatin how I stumbled on another
While embracin God be havin for me
You can stop what is destined, I hope you're happy for me