Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later still sleepin' 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 that come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to your and
you can die inside your livin'
If money mean you dumb then fuck 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 interview
Little gay nigga 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 a foreing chick, foreing whip
food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreing shit
Niggas out and [?] you recordin' this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin'
Fuck it up on and shit, red handle done, importin' shit
It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't it
Uh, the way make some room please excuse
That's a nigga walkin' in

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

Ouuu, shake 'em off
wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga on her job, had to break her off
Three for these hoes, take it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no 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, sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
Always got the trap clickin' like they talbot shoes
Get rich or die, I had to
Get rich or die tryin', Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, it true with me
Strike across my shoulder my mind is like a bag of screws

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

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