Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four later they still sleepin' on me

And I ain't 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. ever let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to your and
you can die inside your livin'
If gettin' mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy do this interview
Little gay hoes been on me since middle school
Break up with a bitch by next I won't remember you
because I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into countries with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, a bunch of foreing shit
wildin' out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't it
Uh, clear the way make room please excuse
a real nigga walkin' in

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

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

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

Flex, ooouuu the least
In motherfuckin' booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I serve the fiends
Hop in Maybach tell the driver umm, [?]
Rich and still rock silky red rose certainly
and blue, that gray one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to 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 they do not for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, ain't the shit for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you suck my nuts and suck my dignity