Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, fuck with 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 niggaz is I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad accept it

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

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

Styles, I gets buck
Method Man on shit, pullin' niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin' Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got Swayze

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

And I was a lil' 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 summary
And any man dat test me
(Test me)
Me gwanna out dem brains
(It's that)

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

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

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

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

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

Is it real son, is it really son?
Let me know it's son, if it's really 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 in some staircase piss
I'll fuckin', cut your off
And you nuthin' but sleepin' pills
You
So the hoe
(So)
the hoe