Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't with me

I came to bring the 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 decaf I 'em for the cream
it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the and brothers is mad fish accept it

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

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

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

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

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

Now you listen to de
(Gargon!)
And de summary
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 way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin' to your
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a

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

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

Quick on the draw with my on the four
Nine three with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when hip-hops like proper
be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof

Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw, you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
learned when you drink absolute straight it burns
Enough to give my hairs a perm
I need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I is chemical bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, style
Word up we be hazardous car crashing, horn me
Northern brown mustard hoes
We to stick you

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

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