Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years 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 ever let that name come out yo'
I'm the big goon,
I my goonies to your crib and
you can die inside livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I a fool
And I ain't go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this
Little gay nigga hoes been on me middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I remember you
Just because I'm put it in don't mean I'm you
Into countries with a foreing chick, foreing whip
food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two thousand on my balance just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin'
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some please excuse
That's a real walkin' in

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her wasn't on her job, had to break her off
Three words for these hoes, 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 bread nigga with an attitude
It's M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin'
Always got the trap clickin' like they talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it true me
Strike across my shoulder cause my is like a bag of screws

Huh M.A bitch
You got somethin' on your mind then say that (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
They be like ooouuu, I hate that
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and ain't I

Flex, ooouuu the least
In this motherfuckin' booth leave it degrees
Cookin' crack up in stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that tell the driver umm, [?]
and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, gray one too, just copped that burgundy
I I try to chase my ways but it ain't work for me
Fuck a bitch 'cause 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 they do not for me
'Cause I will pop this new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep my vicinity without abilities
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my