Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

years later they still sleepin' on me

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

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
Niggas wasn't on job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga wasn't on her job, had to 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 bread nigga with an attitude
It's Young M.A, make sure that M.A is
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm 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', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it with me
Strike across my shoulder my mind is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, ooouuu the least
In this motherfuckin' booth leave it degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta serve the
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
Rich and 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 'cause currently my mood is currency
And I'm, Hennessy, make sure it's perfect please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I infinity
If I'm gon' come for you do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that the shit for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you haters suck my and suck my dignity