Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four later they still sleepin' on me
And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I still it on me
It's how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. don't let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to crib and
you can die inside your room
If money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy do this interview
Little gay nigga been on me since middle school
Break up a bitch by next week I won't remember you
because I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make room please excuse
That's a nigga walkin' in

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

Ouuu, shake 'em off
Niggas on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her wasn't on her job, had to break her off
words for these hoes, take it off
Ouuu, panties, no hands please, she don't 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
It's Young M.A, sure that M.A is capital
Being is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the clickin' like they some talbot shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis move
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it with me
across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

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

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