Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later they sleepin' on me

And I gotta get the strap 'cause I still keep it on me
It's how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
Young M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my to your crib and
you can die inside your livin'
If gettin' money mean you dumb then it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I built the too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since middle
Break up with a bitch by next week I remember you
Just because I'm put it in don't I'm into you
Into foreign with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a of foreing shit
Niggas out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin'
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin'
It's funny how throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, the way make some room please excuse
That's a nigga walkin' in

Huh it's M.A
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 shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better play shit
Hoes love me man, them niggas that shit
They be like ooouuu, I hate bitch
Ooouuu but they are broke, and ain't I rich

Ouuu, shake 'em off
Niggas on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her wasn't on her job, had to break her off
Three words for these hoes, it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she don't need Bs
She pop' xannies, 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 that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin'
Always got the trap like they some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it true me
Strike across my shoulder cause my is like a bag of screws

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

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