Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

years later they still sleepin' on me
And I gotta get the strap 'cause 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 name 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 ain't just go and get the food I the kitchen too
I'd be inside some pussy than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since school
Break up with a bitch by week I won't remember you
Just because I'm put it in mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you recordin'
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin'
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, shit
It's funny how throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way some room please excuse
a real nigga walkin' in

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
Niggas 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, drop panties, no 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 M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis move
Bipolar, can't her, keep 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 mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins is not a play pound
In other we don't play that shit
M.A to drop, better play that shit
Hoes me man, them niggas hate that shit
They be ooouuu, I hate that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and ain't I

Flex, ooouuu heard the
In motherfuckin' booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta the fiends
Hop in Maybach tell the driver umm, [?]
Rich and filthy still rock silky red certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped that
I swear I try to chase my 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 'How I said infinity
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 spendin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you suck my nuts and suck my dignity