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 keep it on me
crazy how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo'
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to crib and
you can die inside livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a
And I ain't just go and get the food I the kitchen too
I'd be inside some pussy than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since middle
Break up with a by next week I won't remember you
Just because I'm put it in mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreing chick, foreing
Foreign food, shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin'
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 please
That's a real nigga in

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
Niggas 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 pop' xannies, like it's candy, that's why she
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread with an attitude
It's Young M.A, sure that M.A is capital
broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' 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 my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, heard the least
In this 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 rock red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped burgundy
I swear I try to chase my ways but it ain't for me
Fuck a 'cause currently my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, sure it's perfect please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I infinity
If I'm gon' for you they do not sent for me
I will pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' Gs
What I look trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my vicinity without
All you suck my nuts and suck my dignity