Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years they still sleepin' on me
And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I 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 that name out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my to your crib and
you can die inside livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside pussy than do this interview
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 mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreing chick, whip
Foreign food, shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin'
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin'
It's how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some please excuse
a real nigga walkin' in

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
wasn't 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 xannies, like it's candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga an attitude
It's Young M.A, sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap like they some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, control 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 your mind say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a pound
In other words we don't play shit
M.A 'bout to drop, play that shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas that shit
They be like ooouuu, I hate bitch
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and I rich

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