Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later they sleepin' on me
And I ain't gotta get the 'cause I still keep it on me
It's crazy how I got a big dick a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. don't ever let that come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to crib and
you can die inside livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then it I been a fool
And I ain't go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me middle school
Break up a bitch by next week I won't remember you
Just I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries a foreing chick, foreing whip
food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some please excuse
That's a real nigga in

Huh M.A bitch
You got somethin' on your mind say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a pound
In other we don't play that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, play that shit
Hoes me man, them niggas hate that shit
They be like ooouuu, I hate bitch
but ain't they are broke, and ain't I rich

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
Niggas wasn't on job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga wasn't on her job, had to her off
Three words for these hoes, it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she need plan Bs
She pop' xannies, like it's candy, why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread with an attitude
Young M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a mood
got the trap clickin' like they some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis move
Bipolar, can't her, keep it true with me
Strike across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of

Huh it's M.A
You got somethin' on your mind say that shit (say that shit)
We this is not a play pound
In other words we don't play that
M.A 'bout to drop, play that shit
Hoes love me man, niggas hate that shit
be like ooouuu, I hate that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and ain't I

Flex, ooouuu the least
In this motherfuckin' booth it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to chase my ways but it ain't for me
Fuck a bitch 'cause currently my mood is
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's please
I'm countin' up, she 'How much?' I said infinity
If I'm come for you they do not sent for me
I will pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' Gs
What I look like on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
being my vicinity without abilities
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my