Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

years later they still sleepin' on me

And I ain't gotta get the 'cause I still keep it on me
crazy 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 goonies to your and
you can die inside your room
If gettin' money you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me middle school
Break up a bitch by next week I won't remember you
Just because I'm put it in don't mean I'm you
Into foreign with a foreing chick, foreing whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of shit
Niggas out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters throwin' but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some room please
That's a real walkin' in

Huh it's M.A
You got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (say shit)
We kingpins this is not a pound
In other words we don't play that
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that
love me man, them niggas hate that shit
They be like ooouuu, I that bitch
Ooouuu but ain't 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 need plan Bs
She xannies, like it's 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 joke why I'm never in a laughin' mood
got the trap clickin' like they some talbot shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it true me
Strike across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of

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

Flex, ooouuu the least
In motherfuckin' booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that tell the driver umm, [?]
and filthy still rock silky red rose 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
Fuck a bitch 'cause currently my mood is
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, sure it's perfect please
I'm up, she said 'How much?' I said infinity
If I'm come for you they do not sent for me
I will pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you suck my nuts and suck my dignity