Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four later they still sleepin' on me
And I ain't gotta get the strap I still keep it on me
It's how I got a big dick 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 your livin'
If gettin' money mean you dumb then it I been a fool
And I just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside pussy than do this interview
Little gay hoes been on me since middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't you
because I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries 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 and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters throwin' but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make room please excuse
That's a real nigga in

Huh it's M.A
You got somethin' on your mind then say shit (say that shit)
We this is not a play pound
In other words we don't play shit
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 they are broke, and ain't I rich

Ouuu, shake '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 hoes, take it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no please, she don't need plan Bs
She pop' xannies, it's candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a bread nigga with an attitude
It's Young M.A, sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm in a laughin' mood
got the trap clickin' like they some talbot shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, can't her, keep it true with 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 we don't play that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better play shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that
be like ooouuu, I hate that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and I rich

Flex, heard the least
In this motherfuckin' booth it third degrees
Cookin' up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in Maybach tell the driver umm, [?]
Rich and filthy still rock silky red rose
Black and blue, that gray one too, copped that burgundy
I swear I try to chase my ways but it work for me
Fuck a bitch 'cause currently my mood is
And I'm, Hennessy, make sure it's perfect please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I said
If I'm gon' for you they do not sent for me
I will pop this brand 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 being my without abilities
All you haters my nuts and suck my dignity