Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

years later they still sleepin' on me

And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I still it on me
It's crazy how I got a big dick a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. don't ever let that come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I my goonies to your crib and
you can die inside your livin'
If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a
And I ain't just go and get the food I 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 countries with a foreing chick, whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you this
Put two hundred on my balance just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but ain't callin' it
Uh, the way make some room please excuse
That's a real walkin' in

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, better play that
Hoes love me man, them hate that shit
They be like ooouuu, I hate bitch
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and ain't I

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
Niggas on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga on her job, had to break her off
Three for these hoes, take it off
Ouuu, panties, no hands please, she don't need plan Bs
She xannies, like it's candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread with an attitude
It's Young M.A, make that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a mood
Always got the clickin' like they some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, can't her, keep 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 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 niggas hate shit
be like ooouuu, I hate that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and I rich

Flex, heard the least
In this motherfuckin' booth leave it third
Cookin' crack up in that I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
Rich and filthy still rock silky red rose
Black and blue, that gray one too, 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, make sure 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 my vicinity without abilities
All you haters my nuts and suck my dignity