Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't with me

I came to bring the pain hardcore the brain
go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's on instrumental
Records hey, so I can monumental

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Movin' on your left, southpaw 'em the Meth
Came to and carve 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 with my hands on the four
three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the while 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 absolute it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a
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
Word up we be hazardous car crashing, passing me
Northern brown mustard hoes
We to stick you

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

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