Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later still sleepin' on me
And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I keep it on me
It's crazy how I got a big without a dick, uh
It's M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to crib and
you can die your livin' room
If money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I built the too
I'd rather be inside some pussy do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since middle
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't you
Just because I'm put it in mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you recordin'
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for shit
Fuck it up on and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make room please excuse
That's a nigga walkin' in

Huh it's M.A
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 shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better that shit
Hoes love me man, 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
wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga wasn't on her job, had to 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, make that M.A is capital
broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they talbot shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get rich or die tryin', Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it true me
Strike across my shoulder my mind is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, heard the least
In motherfuckin' booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta serve the
Hop in Maybach tell the driver umm, [?]
and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, gray one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to chase my ways but it work 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 come for you they do not sent 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, ain't the shit for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my