Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

I to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on
Records hey, so I can write

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

In cross color, clothes you've crossed over
Then got totally krossed out and Kris
Who da boss? Niggaz get to the side
And I'm the dark side of the

Of course it's the Method Man from the Clan
I be and comin' for the head piece protect it
it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin' at me brush, now it

Styles, I gets wild
Man on some shit, pullin' niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin' Miss
Out her fuckin' now I got Martin Swayze

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

And I was a lil' stereo
(Stereo)
I listened to some
(Champion)
I wondered
(Wondered)
Will now I be the one?
(Tical! Hahaha)

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

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

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

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

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

Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw, when you give it to me aiy, it to me raw
I've learned when you absolute straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a
I don't need a chemical blow to a hoe
All I is chemical bank to pay da mo'

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

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

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