Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later they 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 dick a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo'
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 just go and get the I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since middle
Break up a bitch by next week I won't remember you
Just because I'm put it in mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreing chick, foreing
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing
Niggas out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred on my balance just for talkin' shit
it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some room please
That's a real nigga in

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

Ouuu, shake '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, drop panties, no hands please, she don't plan Bs
She pop' xannies, like 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 is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they 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 cause my mind is like a bag of

Huh M.A bitch
You got somethin' on your then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a pound
In other words we don't that shit
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' booth leave it third
Cookin' crack up in that I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
Rich and filthy still rock silky red certainly
Black and blue, gray one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to my ways but it ain't work for me
Fuck a bitch currently my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, sure it's perfect please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I said
If I'm gon' come for you they do not for me
'Cause I pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' Gs
I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my vicinity without
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my