Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

years later they still sleepin' on me
And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I still it on me
It's how I got a big dick 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 goonies to crib and
you can die inside your livin'
If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I built the too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do interview
gay nigga hoes been on me since middle school
Break up with a bitch by next I won't remember you
because I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
wildin' out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't it
Uh, clear the way make some room excuse
a real nigga walkin' in

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
Niggas on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her wasn't on her job, had to break her off
Three words for these hoes, it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she don't plan Bs
She pop' xannies, like it's candy, why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga with an
It's Young M.A, make sure M.A is capital
Being broke is a that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they some talbot
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Jackson move
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 somethin' on mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We this is not a play pound
In other words we don't that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better that shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that
They be like ooouuu, I hate bitch
but ain't they are broke, and ain't I rich

Flex, heard the least
In motherfuckin' booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach the driver umm, [?]
Rich and filthy still silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped that
I swear I try to chase my 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 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 spendin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that the shit for me
Keep my vicinity without abilities
All you suck my nuts and suck my dignity