Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later still sleepin' on me

And I ain't gotta get the strap I still keep it on me
It's how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. don't ever let name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to crib and
you can die inside your livin'
If gettin' money you dumb then fuck it I been 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 this
Little gay nigga hoes on me since middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't you
Just because I'm put it in mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreing chick, foreing
Foreign food, foreign shoes, a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you recordin'
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 ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some room please
That's a real walkin' in

Huh it's M.A
You got somethin' on mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a pound
In other words we play that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better that shit
Hoes love me man, niggas hate that shit
They be like ooouuu, I hate that
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 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, it's candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a bread nigga with an attitude
Young M.A, make sure 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 talbot
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it with me
across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, heard the least
In this motherfuckin' booth leave it third
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta serve the
Hop in that Maybach the driver umm, [?]
Rich and still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to chase my but it ain't work for me
Fuck a bitch 'cause currently my is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure perfect please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I said
If I'm gon' for you they do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' Gs
I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my vicinity without
All you suck my nuts and suck my dignity