Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't with me

I came to the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral
out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can monumental

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

In your cross color, clothes crossed over
Then got totally krossed out and Kross
Who da boss? get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the

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

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

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

And I was a lil' stereo
(Stereo)
I listened to some
(Champion)
I wondered
(Wondered)
now I be the numba 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 to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga
Off the set comin' to projects
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise

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

on your left, southpaw 'em it's the Meth
Came to represent and my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no
Son, I'm the gun won that 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 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 you drink absolute straight it burns
Enough to give my chest a perm
I don't need a chemical to pull a hoe
All I need is chemical to pay da mo'

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

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

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