Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

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

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

Flex, ooouuu the least
In motherfuckin' booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
Rich and filthy rock silky 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 my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, sure it's perfect please
I'm up, she said 'How much?' I said infinity
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
What I look like on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my vicinity without
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my