Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quick on the draw with my hands on the
Nine three with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when 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
learned when you drink absolute straight it burns
Enough to give my chest a perm
I don't a chemical blow 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, horn me
Northern spicy brown hoes
We have to you

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

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