Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't with me

I came to bring the pain hardcore the brain
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can monumental

Methods, I'm not the
But is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how can shit get
Deep as the abyss and is mad fish accept it

In your color, clothes you've crossed over
Then got krossed out and Kris Kross
Who da Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark of the force

Of course the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic and comin' for the head protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz the ruckus
Bustin' at me brush, now it

Styles, I gets buck
Method Man on some shit, niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got Martin

Is it real son, is it really son?
Let me know real son, if it's really real
Something I could son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw son, if it's really real

And when I was a stereo
(Stereo)
I listened to some
(Champion)
I always
(Wondered)
now I be the numba one?
(Tical! Hahaha)

Now you listen to de
(Gargon!)
And de summary
And any man dat test me
(Test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem
(It's that)

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the
The only way you hang is by the nigga poke
Off the set comin' to projects
Take it as a threat, yet it's a promise

Comin' from a vet on old Vietnam shit
you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through niggaz for they garments

Movin' on left, southpaw 'em it's the Meth
Came to represent and my name in your chest
You can come test you're no contest
Son, I'm the gun that won old Wild West

Quick on the draw with my on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged galore
Check it 'cause I think not when this like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm 90 proof

Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw, when you it to me aiy, give it to me raw
learned when you drink absolute straight it burns
Enough to give my chest a perm
I need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is chemical to pay da mo'

What, that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous car crashing, horn me
Northern spicy brown mustard
We to stick you

Is it son, is it really real son?
Let me know it's real son, if it's real
Something I could feel son, load it up and one
Want it raw son, if it's really real

I'll fuckin', fuckin' cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in staircase piss
fuckin', cut your eyelids off
And feed you but sleepin' pills
You
So the hoe
(So)
the hoe