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 'cause I 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 name come out yo'
I'm the big goon,
I my goonies to your crib and
you can die inside your livin'
If gettin' money mean you dumb fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the I built the kitchen too
I'd be inside some pussy than do this interview
gay nigga hoes been on me since middle school
Break up with a by next week I won't remember you
because I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign with a foreing chick, foreing whip
food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin'
It's funny how haters shots but they ain't 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 that shit (say shit)
We kingpins this is not a pound
In words we don't play that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that
Hoes love me man, them niggas that shit
They be ooouuu, I hate that bitch
Ooouuu but they are broke, and ain't I rich

Ouuu, shake 'em off
Niggas on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her wasn't on her job, had to break her off
Three words for these hoes, it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she need plan Bs
She xannies, like it's candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga with an
It's Young M.A, sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like some talbot shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, can't her, keep it true with me
Strike my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, heard the least
In this motherfuckin' leave it third degrees
crack up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
Rich and filthy still rock silky red certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped burgundy
I swear I try to chase my 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 said much?' I said infinity
If I'm gon' for you they do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and take her (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I look trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you haters my nuts and suck my dignity