Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later they sleepin' on me

And I ain't 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 ever let that name out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my to your crib and
you can die your livin' room
If gettin' mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd be inside some pussy than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since school
Break up with a by next week I won't remember you
Just I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into countries with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin'
it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they callin' it
Uh, clear the way some room please excuse
That's a real nigga in

Huh it's M.A
You got somethin' on your mind then say shit (say that shit)
We kingpins is not a play pound
In other we don't play that 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

Ouuu, shake 'em off
wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga wasn't on her job, had to her off
Three words for these hoes, it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she don't plan Bs
She pop' xannies, like it's candy, that's why she
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga an attitude
Young M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a 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 control her, it true with me
Strike across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of

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

Flex, heard the least
In this motherfuckin' booth leave it third
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 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 it's perfect please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How I said infinity
If I'm come for you they do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and take her (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' Gs
I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my