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,
comin in bitch
all red to the
And I'm soowoop
and I'm soowoop
I got on stage
at my shows
Fuck with my
got on your cloths
And I'm blooded (2x's)

Once its on,
yea I'm in the booth
at the top
like a tac in the
on these hoes
like a mack in a
Still on my
not a in my shoe
Rappers talkin me
but I don't give a (fuck 'em!)
niggas still lyin
I'm the truth (fuck 'em!)
Talk tough till I off your kuff
And I own my team,
I'm a Maloof
hatin on me
I'm tryin to be weezy
Just young jeezy
in da bean Ghini
Smoked out my mind
and now I'm 3-D
Dope boy fresh from my
to my DC
All red so these hoes who we be
We B's we B's
Popeye flow yea ya'll niggas sweet
Gettin high on a yacht it seaweed

Yea, I advance my
and they like that
They it so much,
say they write that
at the dog,
but I bite back
I CPR
I aint bringin they life
CVR
bad bitch on a back
on my wrist,
yea nigga the bright
Ima shine, I live where da at
Airforce fly call me a nike
Brand new coupe same as the sky
The dash say 2, know I'm gon try
Cop pull me lord know I'm gon lie
go up in my trunk lord know I'm gon fry
Them throwin salt all over my fries
So ima just all over them guys
Niggas throwin darts hit the bullseye
money bitch new orleans east side

Yea, been around the world rep the same
around the world its the same gang
B's up B's up flame blaaat blaaat blaaat bang bang
I tol my homie streets sleep on life
So he popped the X pill and sleep all night
I aint worried bout you I'm just do me
Last album did 2 I'm tryin do 3
I am wat every pair of eyes see
Bitches wish they could call and order me
My used to tell me just get a 9 to 5
Cash made her say never mind I'm fine
(B's up!)