Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later they still on me

And I ain't gotta get the strap I still 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 name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to crib and
you can die inside livin' room
If money mean you dumb then fuck 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 since school
Break up a bitch by next week I won't remember you
Just I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a of foreing shit
wildin' out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, the way make some room please excuse
That's a nigga walkin' in

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
Niggas on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga wasn't on her job, had to her off
Three words for these hoes, 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 nigga 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 Jackson
Bipolar, control her, keep it true with me
Strike across my cause my mind is like a bag of screws

Huh M.A bitch
You got on your mind then say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a play
In words we don't 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 that
Ooouuu but ain't they are broke, and ain't I

Flex, ooouuu the least
In this 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, gray one too, just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to chase my ways but it work for me
a bitch 'cause currently my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure perfect please
I'm countin' up, she 'How much?' I said infinity
If I'm come for you they do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' Gs
What I look like on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep my vicinity without abilities
All you haters suck my nuts and my dignity