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!) about where you come from
And I'mma keep on '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
Playin with my get you yellow-taped
Runnin in and out of church 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 from that Mase' seat
(How About Some Hardcore) like '93
Think deep, feel the in my homie's face
And only then understand why my homies bang
Strapped up, this is us, fuck a nigga
Gun be like "Maino is a real nigga"
Yeah, me and Bust the same blood
to the bus, we the same thugs
Never fear, know that I'mma ride for ya
All baby welcome to my mafia

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

I tell somebody yeahhhhh

I'm passionate gettin this money
Handlin those that be on takin it from me
Some of these niggas forgot I be it funny
We're spendin like my fingers rotten then bloody
In case you ain't we back dominatin the country
Until I make these niggas black with the 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 until it blister
So much bottles, got 'em for drinker
So much head I be callin mami a thinker
Victorious like a nigga another nation
bottles and drinkin to drown the sufferation
Could give a fuck about your plan, how I handle that
If it YMCMB or Conglomerate, cancel that!

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

I gotta somebody, yeahhhhhhhh

So inspirin when a 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 sacrificed I have to talk
And I'm like a blouse on a clothesline
And treatin how I on another goldmine
While what God be havin for me
You can never stop what is destined, I you're happy for me