Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

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

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

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

Huh it's M.A
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 that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, play that shit
love me man, them niggas hate that shit
They be like ooouuu, I that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't are broke, and ain't I rich

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