Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't with me

I came to bring the hardcore from the brain
go inside my astral plane
Find out my based on instrumental
hey, so I can write monumental

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brothers want to hang 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

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

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

Quick on the with my hands on the four
three eleven with the rugged rhymes 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 give it to me aiy, it to me raw
I've learned you drink absolute straight it burns
Enough to my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to a hoe
All I is chemical bank 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 to stick you

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

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