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 how I got a big dick 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 goonies to your and
you can die inside your room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then it I been a fool
And I just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me middle school
Break up with a by next week I won't remember you
Just because I'm put it in don't I'm into you
Into countries with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you this
Put two hundred on my balance just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, shit
It's funny how haters throwin' but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some please excuse
a real nigga walkin' in

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
Niggas on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her wasn't on her job, had to break her off
words for these hoes, take it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no please, she don't need plan Bs
She pop' xannies, like candy, that's why she antsy
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 never in a laughin'
Always got the trap like they some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis move
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it with me
Strike my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, ooouuu heard the
In motherfuckin' booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach the driver umm, [?]
Rich and still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped burgundy
I I try to chase my ways but it ain't work for me
Fuck a bitch 'cause currently my mood is
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, sure it's perfect please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I said
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
I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my vicinity without
All you haters my nuts and suck my dignity