Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years they still sleepin' on me
And I gotta get the strap 'cause I still keep it on me
It's crazy how I got a big dick a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. don't let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I my goonies to your crib and
you can die your 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 rather be inside some pussy than do interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't you
Just because I'm put it in don't I'm into you
foreign countries with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing
wildin' out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, shit
It's funny how throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, the way make some room please excuse
That's a nigga walkin' in

Huh it's M.A
You got somethin' on mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a pound
In other words we don't play that
M.A 'bout to drop, better play 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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga on her job, had to break her off
Three words for these hoes, 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, sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a mood
Always got the trap clickin' they some talbot shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get rich or die tryin', Jackson move
Bipolar, can't her, keep it true with me
across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, heard the least
In this motherfuckin' booth it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
Rich and still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, copped that 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, Hennessy, make sure it's perfect please
I'm countin' up, she said much?' I said infinity
If I'm gon' come for you do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that the shit for me
Keep my vicinity without abilities
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my