Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later they sleepin' on me

And I ain't gotta get the strap 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 send my goonies to your and
you can die inside your room
If money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be some pussy than do this interview
Little gay hoes been 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 countries with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing
Niggas out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my just for talkin' shit
it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't it
Uh, clear the way make room please excuse
That's a real walkin' in

Huh it's M.A
You got somethin' on your mind then say shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a play
In other words we don't play that
M.A 'bout to drop, better play shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate shit
They be like ooouuu, I hate that
Ooouuu but ain't 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 words for hoes, take it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she don't need Bs
She pop' xannies, like candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga an attitude
It's Young M.A, make that M.A is capital
Being is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they some shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, it true with me
Strike across my shoulder cause my mind is a bag of screws

Huh it's M.A
You got on your mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a play
In other we don't play that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that
Hoes me man, them niggas hate that 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 booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta the fiends
Hop in that Maybach the driver umm, [?]
and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just that burgundy
I I try to chase my ways but it ain't work for me
Fuck a bitch 'cause my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, sure it's perfect please
I'm up, she said 'How 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 trickin' on a bitch, ain't the shit for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you haters suck my and suck my dignity