Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later they 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 inside your livin'
If gettin' money mean you dumb then it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this
Little gay nigga hoes on me since middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I remember you
Just because I'm put it in don't I'm into you
Into foreign with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you recordin'
Put two thousand on my balance just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin'
It's funny how throwin' 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 mind then say shit (say that shit)
We kingpins is not a play pound
In other words we don't that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better that shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that
They be like ooouuu, I hate bitch
Ooouuu but they are broke, and ain't I rich

Ouuu, shake 'em off
wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga on her job, had to break her off
Three for these hoes, take it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she need plan Bs
She pop' xannies, like candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga with an
It's Young M.A, make sure that M.A is
broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like some talbot shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it true me
across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, ooouuu heard the
In this motherfuckin' booth it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach the driver umm, [?]
Rich and filthy still rock silky red rose
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, sippin' Hennessy, make sure 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 this brand new Glock and take her (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I look like on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you suck my nuts and suck my dignity