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 mental's based on
hey, so I can write monumental

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

In cross color, clothes you've crossed over
Then got totally out and Kris 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 and comin' for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz the ruckus
Bustin' at me brush, now it

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

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

And I was a lil' stereo
(Stereo)
I listened to champion
(Champion)
I always
(Wondered)
Will now I be the numba
(Tical! Hahaha)

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

Brothers want to hang the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck poke
Off the set comin' to your
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise

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

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

Quick on the draw with my on the four
three eleven with the rugged rhymes 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, you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink straight it burns
Enough to give my hairs a perm
I need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, style
Word up we be hazardous car crashing, horn me
spicy brown mustard hoes
We to stick 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 deal son, if it's real

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