Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

(Yeah!) We all bleed the same
(Yeah!) And we on the same drum
(Yeah!) not about where ya at
(Yeah!) It's about where you come
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
Smack my A&R and him by his throat
Playin with my get you yellow-taped
Runnin in and out of church like I'm the yellow
All-black fleet when Obama get in
Missiles aimed at yo' building like livin
"Fuck 'em all" is what I'm from that Mase' seat
(How About Some Hardcore) it's '93
Think deep, feel the in my homie's face
And only you'll understand 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
Handcuffed to the bus, we the thugs
Never fear, know that I'mma ride for ya
All black baby welcome to my

(Yeah!) We all bleed the same
(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 tell somebody yeahhhhh

I'm about gettin this money
Handlin those that be plottin on it from me
Some of these niggas forgot I be it funny
We're spendin like my fingers rotten then papercut
In case you knowin we back dominatin the country
I make these niggas black with the strength of a monkey
Balenciaga boss, bitch me as Mister
Eat salmons and tortellini at the Bella Vista
We move in silence bitch you better
And sizzle the street with the until it hella blister
So much bottles, got 'em for drinker
So much head I be callin mami a heavy
Victorious like a conquered another nation
Buyin bottles and drinkin to drown the
Could give a fuck your plan, watch how I handle that
If it ain't YMCMB or Conglomerate, that!

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

So when a nigga doubt
Look around and see how try to count me out
Only if niggas stepped in my shoes and took a
And thought of shit I sacrificed I have to talk
And I'm like a blouse on a clothesline
And how I stumbled on another goldmine
embracin what God be havin for me
You can never what is destined, I hope you're happy for me