Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four later they still sleepin' on me

And I gotta get the strap 'cause I still keep it on me
It's crazy how I got a big 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 to your crib and
you can die inside your room
If gettin' money 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 inside some than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since school
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't you
Just because I'm put it in don't I'm into you
Into foreign countries a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of shit
wildin' out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red done, importin' shit
funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make room please excuse
That's a nigga walkin' in

Huh it's M.A
You got somethin' on your mind say that shit (say that shit)
We this is not a play pound
In other words we don't that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that
Hoes love me man, niggas hate that shit
They be like ooouuu, I that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and 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 words for hoes, take it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she need plan Bs
She pop' xannies, like it's candy, that's why she
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread 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 clickin' like they some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, it true with me
Strike my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

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 words we don't play that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better that shit
Hoes love me man, niggas hate that shit
They be like ooouuu, I that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and I rich

Flex, ooouuu the least
In this booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
Rich and filthy rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that one too, just copped that burgundy
I I try to chase my ways but it ain't work for me
a bitch 'cause currently my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's perfect
I'm countin' up, she 'How much?' I said infinity
If I'm come for you they do not sent for me
'Cause I pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you haters suck my and suck my dignity