Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four later they still sleepin' on me
And I ain't gotta get the strap I still keep it on me
crazy 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 my goonies to your crib and
you can die inside your livin'
If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a
And I ain't go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since school
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't you
Just because I'm put it in mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreing chick, foreing
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for shit
Fuck it up on and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how throwin' shots 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 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, play that shit
Hoes love me man, them hate that shit
They be like ooouuu, I that bitch
Ooouuu but they are broke, and ain't I rich

Ouuu, shake 'em off
wasn't 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 please, she don't need plan Bs
She xannies, like it's candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread with 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 clickin' like some talbot shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it true me
Strike across my shoulder cause my mind is a bag of screws

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

Flex, ooouuu heard the
In this booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that tell the driver umm, [?]
Rich and still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to chase my but it ain't work 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 much?' I said infinity
If I'm gon' come for you they do not for me
'Cause I will pop brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I look trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my vicinity abilities
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my