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 'cause I 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 my goonies to your crib and
you can die inside livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then it I been a fool
And I ain't go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me 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 countries with a foreing chick, whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you recordin'
Put two hundred on my balance just for talkin' shit
it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they callin' it
Uh, the way make some room please excuse
That's a nigga walkin' in

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

Ouuu, ouuu '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 hoes, take it off
Ouuu, panties, no hands please, she don't need plan Bs
She pop' xannies, like it's candy, why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a bread nigga 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'
got the trap clickin' like they some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, it true with me
Strike across my shoulder my mind is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, heard the least
In this booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
Rich and filthy still silky red rose certainly
and blue, that gray one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to chase my ways but it work for me
Fuck a bitch 'cause currently my mood is
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make it's perfect please
I'm countin' up, she 'How much?' I said infinity
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 pimpin' Gs
What I like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my vicinity abilities
All you suck my nuts and suck my dignity