Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later they still on me
And I ain't gotta get the strap I still keep it on me
It's crazy how I got a big without 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' mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I built the too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since middle
Break up with a bitch by next week I remember you
because I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreing chick, foreing
food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you this
Put two hundred on my balance just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some room excuse
That's a real walkin' in

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
Niggas on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga wasn't on her job, had to her off
words for these hoes, take it off
Ouuu, panties, no hands please, she don't need plan Bs
She pop' xannies, like candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough nigga with an attitude
It's Young M.A, make sure M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they talbot shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, control her, keep it true 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 shit (say that shit)
We this is not a play pound
In other we don't play that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, play that shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that
They be like ooouuu, I that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and 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 tell the driver umm, [?]
Rich and still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, copped that burgundy
I swear I try to chase my ways but it ain't for me
Fuck a bitch currently my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure perfect please
I'm up, she said 'How much?' I said infinity
If I'm come for you they do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' Gs
I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you haters suck my and suck my dignity