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
It's M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my to your crib and
you can die inside your room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then it I been 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 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
Into countries with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing
Niggas out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two thousand on my balance just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red done, importin' shit
It's funny how throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some room 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 is not a play pound
In other words we play that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that
Hoes love me man, them niggas that shit
be like 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 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 it's candy, that's why she
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga with an
It's Young M.A, make that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin'
got the trap clickin' like they some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, can't her, keep it true with me
Strike across my shoulder cause my is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, ooouuu heard the
In this motherfuckin' leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in 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, just copped that
I swear I try to chase my ways but it ain't 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 much?' I said infinity
If I'm gon' come for you do not sent for me
I will 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 my vicinity without abilities
All you haters suck my and suck my dignity