Luyện nghe bài hát Blooded

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

Young money is the
Let us in the door,
comin in bitch
all red to the
And I'm blooded
and I'm soowoop
I got on stage
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
a mack in a suit
Still on my
not a crack in my
Rappers about me
but I don't a hoot (fuck 'em!)
niggas still lyin
I'm the truth (fuck 'em!)
tough till I knock off your kuff
And I own my team,
I'm a Maloof
hatin 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 my fitted
to my DC
All red so these hoes who we be
We B's we B's
Popeye flow yea ya'll niggas sweet
high on a yacht call it seaweed

Yea, I my flow
and must like that
like it so much,
they say they write
at the dog,
but I don't bite
I CPR
I bringin they life back
CVR
bad bitch on a back
on my wrist,
yea nigga the bright
Ima shine, I live da light at
Airforce fly me a nike check
Brand new same color as the sky
The dash say 2, lord I'm gon try
Cop me over lord know I'm gon lie
They go up in my lord know I'm gon fry
Them niggas throwin salt all over my
So ima just walk all over guys
throwin darts never hit the bullseye
Young money new orleans east side

Yea, been the world rep the same thang
Been the world its the same gang
B's up B's up gang blaaat blaaat blaaat bang bang
I tol my homie streets can't sleep on
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 tryin do 3
I am wat pair of eyes oughta see
Bitches wish they 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!)