Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

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

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
Niggas wasn't on 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 need plan Bs
She pop' xannies, 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, make sure that M.A is
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin'
Always got the trap clickin' like some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, control her, keep it true with me
Strike across my shoulder cause my mind is a bag of screws

Huh M.A bitch
You got somethin' on your then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a pound
In words we don't play that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better 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, ooouuu heard the
In this motherfuckin' leave it third degrees
Cookin' up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
Rich and filthy still rock silky red certainly
and blue, that gray one too, just copped that burgundy
I I try to chase my ways but it ain't work for me
Fuck a bitch currently my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, sure it's perfect please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I said
If I'm come for you they do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and her virginity (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I look like on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you haters suck my and suck my dignity