Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

years later 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. don't ever let name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to your and
you can die your livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb 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 than do this
Little gay nigga hoes on me since middle school
Break up with a by next week I won't remember you
Just because I'm put it in mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries a foreing chick, foreing whip
food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for shit
Fuck it up on and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way some room please excuse
That's a real nigga in

Huh M.A bitch
You got somethin' on your then 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, play that shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas that shit
They be like ooouuu, I hate that
Ooouuu but ain't 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 don't need Bs
She pop' xannies, like it's candy, that's why she
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough nigga with an attitude
Young M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm in a laughin' mood
got the trap clickin' like they some talbot shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, can't 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 mind then say that shit (say shit)
We kingpins this is not a play
In other words we play that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better that shit
Hoes love me man, them hate that shit
They be like ooouuu, I hate that
Ooouuu but they are broke, and ain't I rich

Flex, ooouuu the least
In this motherfuckin' booth it third degrees
crack up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that tell the driver umm, [?]
Rich and still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped that
I swear I try to 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 perfect
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 this brand new Glock and her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that the shit for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my