Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later 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. ever let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I my goonies to your 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 rather be inside some pussy than do interview
Little gay nigga hoes on me since middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I remember you
Just I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
foreign countries with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you recordin'
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin'
it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters throwin' but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some please excuse
That's a nigga walkin' 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 we don't play that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that
love me man, them niggas hate that shit
They be like ooouuu, I hate bitch
but ain't they are broke, and ain't I rich

Ouuu, ouuu '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 hoes, take 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 bread nigga with an attitude
It's Young M.A, make 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 they some shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, can't control her, it true with me
Strike across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of

Huh M.A bitch
You got somethin' on your then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins 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 hate that shit
They be like ooouuu, I hate bitch
Ooouuu but they are broke, and ain't I rich

Flex, ooouuu heard the
In this motherfuckin' booth it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta the fiends
Hop in that Maybach the driver umm, [?]
and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just that burgundy
I swear I try to chase my ways but it work for me
Fuck a bitch currently my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I infinity
If I'm gon' come for you they do not for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and take her (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the for me
Keep being my vicinity without
All you haters suck my and suck my dignity