Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four later they still sleepin' on me
And I ain't gotta get the 'cause I still keep it on me
It's how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. don't ever let 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 fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since middle
Break up with a bitch by week I won't remember you
Just because I'm put it in don't I'm into you
Into foreign countries a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you recordin'
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, shit
funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, the way make some room please excuse
That's a real walkin' in

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

Ouuu, ouuu '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 these hoes, it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she don't need 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, make sure that M.A is
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a mood
Always got the trap like they some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it with me
Strike across my shoulder cause my mind is a bag of screws

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

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