Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later still sleepin' on me
And I ain't get the strap '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 let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my to your crib and
you can die your livin' 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 pussy do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since middle
up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you
Just I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreing chick, whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you recordin'
Put two thousand on my balance just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they callin' it
Uh, the way make some room please excuse
That's a real nigga in

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga on her job, had to break 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 bread nigga with an attitude
It's M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, can't control her, it true with me
Strike my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

Huh it's M.A
You got on your mind 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 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, heard the least
In this motherfuckin' leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta the fiends
Hop in that Maybach the driver umm, [?]
Rich and filthy still rock red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just that burgundy
I I try to chase my ways but it ain't work for me
Fuck a bitch 'cause currently my mood is
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, sure it's perfect please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I said
If I'm come for you they do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big spendin' 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