Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years 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. ever let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to crib and
you can die inside your livin'
If gettin' money mean you then fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside pussy than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't 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
wildin' out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred on my balance just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin'
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't 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 this is not a play pound
In other words we don't that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better play shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate shit
They be like ooouuu, I that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't are broke, and ain't I rich

Ouuu, shake 'em off
Niggas wasn't on job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga wasn't on her job, had to her off
words for these hoes, take it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she don't plan Bs
She xannies, like 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 M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they some talbot
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, control her, keep it true with me
across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

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 play that shit
M.A to drop, better play that shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate shit
They be like ooouuu, I that bitch
but ain't they are broke, and ain't I rich

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