Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed (Clean)

Yeah, yeah, happened, ayy

Four years later they still on me

And I ain't get the strap 'cause I still keep it on me
It's crazy how I got a big dick a dick, uh
It's Young M.A. ever let that name come out yo' lips
I'm the big goon,
I send my goonies to crib and
you can die inside livin' room
If gettin' money you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go and get the food I the kitchen too
I'd rather be some pussy than do this interview
Little gay nigga hoes been on me since school
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't you
Just I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries with a foreing chick, foreing
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of shit
Niggas wildin' out and [?] you this
Put two hundred on my balance just for talkin' shit
Fuck it up on tour and shit, red handle done, importin'
It's funny how haters throwin' but they ain't callin' it
Uh, clear the way make some room excuse
That's a real walkin' in

Huh M.A bitch
You got somethin' on your mind say that shit (say that shit)
We kingpins this is not a play
In other words we 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 bitch
but ain't they are broke, and ain't I rich

Ouuu, shake 'em off
Niggas on their job, had to lay 'em off
Her nigga wasn't on her job, had to her off
words 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 with an attitude
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 trap clickin' like some talbot shoes
Get or die, I had to chose
Get or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, can't control her, keep it with me
across my shoulder cause my mind is like a bag of screws

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

Flex, ooouuu heard the
In this booth leave it third degrees
Cookin' crack up in that stew I gotta serve the
Hop in that Maybach tell the umm, [?]
Rich and filthy still rock silky red certainly
and blue, that 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 my mood is currency
And I'm, sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's perfect
I'm countin' up, she said much?' I said infinity
If I'm come for you they do not sent for me
'Cause I will pop this brand new and take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin' Gs
What I look like trickin' on a bitch, ain't the shit for me
Keep being my vicinity without
All you suck my nuts and suck my dignity