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 keep it on me
It's how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
It's 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 your livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then it I been a fool
And I just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be inside some pussy than do interview
Little gay hoes been on me since middle school
Break up with a bitch by next week I remember you
Just because I'm put it in mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreing chick, whip
Foreign food, shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you recordin'
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin'
funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some room excuse
That's a nigga 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 that shit
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that
Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that
They be ooouuu, I hate that bitch
but ain't 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 hands please, she don't plan Bs
She pop' xannies, it's candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga with an
It's M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they some shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Jackson move
Bipolar, can't her, keep it true with me
Strike my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, heard the least
In this motherfuckin' booth leave it degrees
Cookin' up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach the driver umm, [?]
and filthy 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 ain't for me
Fuck a bitch 'cause currently my mood is
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's please
I'm countin' up, she said 'How I said infinity
If I'm gon' come for you they do not for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't the shit for me
Keep being my vicinity abilities
All you haters suck my and suck my dignity