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 'cause I still 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 name out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my 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 do this interview
Little gay hoes been on me since middle school
up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you
Just because I'm put it in don't mean I'm you
foreign countries with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing
Niggas out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way some room please excuse
That's a real walkin' in

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

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
Niggas wasn't on job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga wasn't on her job, had to her off
Three 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 bread nigga with an attitude
It's Young M.A, make sure that M.A is
Being broke is a that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they some talbot
Get or die, I had to chose
Get or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, control 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 say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a play
In other words we don't play that
M.A to drop, better play that shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate shit
They be like ooouuu, I that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't are broke, and ain't I rich

Flex, heard the least
In this booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I serve the fiends
Hop in that tell the driver umm, [?]
and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped burgundy
I swear I try to chase my ways but it ain't for me
Fuck a bitch currently my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure perfect please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How I said infinity
If I'm gon' come for you do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and her virginity (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the for me
Keep being my vicinity without
All you haters suck my and suck my dignity