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 where ya at
(Yeah!) It's about where you 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
Smack my A&R and grabbed him by his
with my life'll get you yellow-taped
Runnin in and out of church like I'm the yellow
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 About Hardcore) like it's '93
Think deep, feel the pain in my homie's
And only then you'll why my homies bang
up, this is us, fuck a deal nigga
Gun boys be "Maino is a real nigga"
Yeah, me and bleed the same blood
Handcuffed to the bus, we the same
Never fear, just know that ride for ya
All baby welcome to my mafia

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

I gotta tell somebody

I'm about gettin this money
Handlin those that be plottin on takin it me
of these niggas forgot I be makin it funny
We're spendin 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
Balenciaga boss, bitch me as Mister
Eat and tortellini down at the Bella Vista
We move in silence bitch you better
And the street with the heat until it hella blister
So much bottles, got 'em for every
So much head I be callin a heavy thinker
Victorious like a conquered another nation
Buyin bottles and drinkin to 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 on the same drum
(Yeah!) It's not 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 tell somebody, yeahhhhhhhh

So when a nigga doubt
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 like a bitch's on a clothesline
And how I stumbled on another goldmine
While embracin what God be for me
You can stop what is destined, I hope you're happy for me