Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the
Let's go inside my plane
out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can monumental

Methods, I'm not the
But niggaz is I stick '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 crossed over
Then got totally krossed out and Kross
Who da Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the

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

Styles, I gets buck
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 it's real
Something I feel son, load it up and kill one
it raw deal son, if it's really real

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

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

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

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

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

Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw, when you it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink straight it burns
to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't 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, passing me
Northern brown mustard hoes
We have to you

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

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