Luyện nghe bài hát Blooded

[Lil' talking]
Py til I die,
because,
pyru, b's up,
I'm me

Young is the label
Let us in the door,
in this bitch
all red to the
And I'm blooded
and I'm soowoop
I got bloods on
bloods at my
Fuck my bloods
got on your cloths
And I'm soowoop (2x's)

Once its on,
yea I'm back in the
at the top
like a tac in the
Still on these
like a in a suit
Still on my
not a crack in my
talkin about me
but I don't a hoot (fuck 'em!)
These niggas still
I'm the truth (fuck 'em!)
Talk tough till I knock off your
And I own my team,
I'm a Maloof
They 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 fresh from my
to my DC
All red so hoes know who we be
We B's we B's
Popeye flow yea ya'll niggas sweet
Gettin high on a call it seaweed

Yea, I my flow
and they must like
like it so much,
they say they that
at the dog,
but I don't back
I CPR
I aint bringin they back
CVR
bad on a bite back
on my wrist,
yea the bright pack
Ima shine, I live where da at
Airforce fly call me a nike
new coupe same color as the sky
The dash say 2, lord I'm gon try
Cop pull me over lord I'm gon lie
They go up in my trunk know I'm gon fry
Them niggas throwin salt all my fries
So ima just all over them guys
Niggas throwin darts hit the bullseye
Young money bitch new orleans east

Yea, been the world rep the same thang
Been around the 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 popped the X pill and sleep all night
I worried bout you I'm just tryin do me
Last album did 2 I'm just do 3
I am wat every of eyes oughta see
Bitches just wish could call and order me
My momma to tell me just get a 9 to 5
money made her say never mind I'm fine
(B's up!)