Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years they still sleepin' on me

And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I 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 name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I my goonies to your crib and
you can die inside livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I a fool
And I ain't go and get the food I built the kitchen too
I'd rather be some pussy than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since middle
Break up with a bitch by week I won't remember you
Just because I'm put it in don't mean I'm you
Into foreign countries with a foreing chick, whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, a bunch of foreing shit
wildin' 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, shit
It's funny how haters throwin' but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some room please
That's a nigga walkin' in

Huh M.A bitch
You got somethin' on mind 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 hate that
They be like ooouuu, I hate bitch
but ain't they are broke, and ain't I rich

Ouuu, ouuu 'em off
wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga on her job, had to break her off
words for these hoes, take it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please, she need plan Bs
She pop' xannies, like candy, that's why she antsy
But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga with an
It's Young M.A, make sure M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke that's why I'm in a laughin' mood
Always got the clickin' like they some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson
Bipolar, can't her, keep it true with me
Strike across my shoulder cause my mind is a bag of screws

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

Flex, ooouuu the least
In motherfuckin' booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta the fiends
Hop in Maybach tell the driver umm, [?]
Rich and filthy rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too, just copped that
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 'How much?' I infinity
If I'm come for you they do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop brand new Glock and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big spendin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that the shit for me
Keep being my without abilities
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my