Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Blooded

Py I die
because!
Py I die

B's up
I'm me

Young Money is the
Let us in the door, in this bitch all red to the floor
And I'm Blooded, soo woo
And I'm Blooded, soo woo
I got Bloods on stage, at my shows
Fuck my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
And I'm Blooded, soo woo
And I'm soo woo

1]
Once it's on, yeah I'm back in the booth
Stand at the top a tack in the roof
on these hoes like a mack in a suit
Still on my not a crack in my shoe
Rappers talking about me but I don't a hoot
These niggas still lying I'm the truth
Talk tough till I off your koufe
And I own my team, I'm a Maloof
They hating on me, I'm just to be Weezy
like Young Jeezy in a Lamborghini
Smoked out my mind and now I'm seeing 3D
boy fresh from my fitted to my DC's
All red, so these hoes who we be
We B's, Bloods, we B's
Pop, pop flow, y'all niggas sweet
Getting high on a yacht, it sea weed

2]
Yeah, I my flow, and they must like that
They like it so much, they say they that
Barking at the dog, but I don't back
I ain't CPR, I ain't they life back
Bad CPR, bad on a bike back
Skittles on my wrist, nigga the bright pack
I'ma shine, I where the light at
Air Force fly, me a night jet
Brand new coupe, color as the sky
The dash same too, y'all I'm going to try
Cop pull me over, y'all I'm going to lie
They go up in my trunk, y'all I'm going to fry
niggas throwing salt all over my fries
So I'ma just all over them guys
throwing darts, never hit the bull's-eye
Young bitch, New Orleans, Eastside

3]
Yeah, been around the world rep the same
Been around the it's the same gang
B's up, B's up, gang, blat, blat, blat, blat, bang, bang
I told my homie Streetz you can't on life
So he popped an X pill and didn't sleep all
I ain't worried about you, I'm trying do me
Last album did two, I'm just trying do
I am what every pair of ought to see
Bitches wish they could just call and me
My momma used to me "Get a 9 to 5"
Cash Money her say "Never mind I'm fine"