Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later they still 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 that name out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to crib and
you can die inside your livin'
If gettin' money you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy do this interview
Little gay nigga been on me since middle school
Break up with a bitch by week I won't remember you
Just because I'm put it in don't mean I'm you
Into foreign countries with a chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of shit
wildin' out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred on my balance just for talkin' shit
it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some room excuse
That's a 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 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 that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and ain't I

Ouuu, shake 'em off
wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga wasn't on her job, had to her off
Three for these hoes, take it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she don't need 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 Young M.A, make that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin'
Always got the trap clickin' like they 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 is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, ooouuu heard the
In this motherfuckin' booth leave it degrees
Cookin' crack up in that I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped that
I swear I try to chase my ways but it 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' for you they do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that the shit for me
being my vicinity without abilities
All you haters my nuts and suck my dignity